After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

On the top of the dm building, a tall semi-circular office hangs in the air. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are clear and transparent, as if you can touch the sky with your hands.

The dreamer sits comfortably in a high-end leather chair, holding a palm-sized glass bottle in his hand, and there is a translucent substance flowing slowly in the glass bottle.

He unscrewed the bottle slowly.

Immediately afterwards, his lower jaw was elongated, his lips were pulled apart to an almost terrifying degree, a long scarlet tongue protruded from his mouth, sticky mucus dripped from the surface of the tongue covered with pits and bumps Falling down, the long tongue stuck into the narrow mouth of the bottle, rolling the translucent fluid into the mouth.

The dreamer narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an extremely intoxicated gesture.

The human soul brewed in despair... is really the most delicious food in the world.

Thinking of his gradually abundant inventory, the smile on the dreamer's face gradually deepened,

At this moment, he suddenly heard an aggressive knocking sound from the window behind him.

The dreamer was taken aback.

Wait, he is... the top floor.

The dreamer frowned and turned to look behind him.

A slender young man stood outside the window, the cold wind from the high altitude rolled over his skirt, blowing up his hem, behind him was the scorching sun, which coated his figure with a layer of light gold, the young man bent down , with a casual smile on his lips, as if he just knocked on the neighbor's door: "Good morning..."

In the next second, a huge phantom of the sickle appeared in mid-air, and the sharp blade reflected the cold and clear arc of the sun, like a massless clear spring.

The scythe in the young man's hand was packed with immense power, tearing through the air and piercing the sunlight. The sharp edge suddenly collided with some invisible existence in the air, and the sudden vibration made a deafening scream. The barrier was torn apart like thin paper, the tip of the sickle pierced through the thin air and hit the outer layer of the glass——

"Kara" -

There was an ear-piercing sound of glass shattering, and spider web-like cracks densely spread all over it, spreading suddenly.

The dreamer's eyes widened, and the sharp edge of the sickle was reflected in the depths of the pupils. At that moment, a creepy sense of panic rose from his feet, and memories that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly emerged in his mind without warning— ——The icy sharp edge like running water, the coolness across the neck, and the panic of the power being swallowed up in the body mixed into a raging flood, which rushed violently without warning, drowning him in an instant.

Instinctively he fell backwards.

The moment the dreamer moved away, the thick special glass shattered unbearably, and the shards of the glass rushed into the spacious office with the strong wind, and the blade of the sickle broke through countless shattered glass first. The glass layer was cut heavily from mid-air.

"Thorn-"

The high-end leather chair that the dreamer was sitting on was suddenly split from top to bottom, and fell to the ground with a bang. Even the thick carpet under the chair was instantly torn apart, and the marble floor underneath was also cracked finely. Fine mesh texture.

The table behind the chair was also chopped down, the computer made a hissing sound, and countless electric sparks erupted.

Ye Jia took back the sickle unhurriedly, took a step under his feet, and stepped on the ground covered with broken glass.

The strong wind howled behind him, the broken glass was swept into the air, and the crystal fragments fell silently, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He smiled and said, "Sorry, I don't have an appointment this time."

The dreamer has recovered from the horror just now, he is standing a few steps away from Ye Jia, his face is gloomy, the huge scarlet long tongue has not been withdrawn from his mouth, it is drooping at the moment, Slowly dripping down the smelly and sticky liquid: "ace!"

His voice was slightly ambiguous, and there was a hint of malice in the depths of his voice.

The dreamer tidied up his messed-up suit, his dark eyes fixed on the young man standing in front of him.

"What? Have you figured it out?" The dreamer narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became calm and gentle again, but the malice was hidden deep under the seemingly polite surface: "It seems Are you determined to ignore those poor people and let your hands be stained with the blood of those innocents? Congratulations, it seems that you have now finally found a way to survive in this world."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and clapped his hands slowly, as if he was truly happy for Ye Jia from the bottom of his heart.

"If you say that." Ye Jia walked in his direction and said unhurriedly, "I would have thought that you really wanted to fight me again."

He raised the corners of his lips, revealing a faint smile: "I've really rarely seen such a ghost so willing to lose to the same insignificant human being."

The dream maker's expression became gloomy, and the wound on his neck seemed to start to ache again.

Ye Jia's complexion did not change.

The dream maker used the method of binding his own life with thousands of other human beings to prevent Ye Jia from attacking him. Because he is a direct descendant and received preferential treatment from his mother, the wound caused by his weapon can heal so well-this shows that he has not recovered from the injury caused by Ye Jia until now, so he just Will avoid confrontation with him in this way.

When they met last time, Ye Jia had tested the other party - and the reaction of the dream maker just confirmed his guess.

That's why he set up a barrier where ghosts can't pass through, and that's why he was so afraid of Ji Xuan's appearance.

The dream maker stared at Ye Jia, as if he wanted to tear him apart with his eyes.

After a long time, he smiled sullenly: "I know what you want to do."

The dreamer patted the shards of glass on his clothes and said, "Do you think I won't make more preparations after I suffer a loss?"

As his voice fell, the faces of Wei Chuchu, Blast, and Chen Qingye appeared on the screen. The background behind each of them was in this building, and they were all besieged by a group of ghosts, and the chainsaw cut and cracked them. The sparks and rising flames illuminated the narrow space, and the screams of the ghosts intertwined with the buzzing of the swarms, which sounded particularly terrifying in the empty office.

There was a hint of arrogance and contempt in the dreamer's expression, and he said, "You came here to attract my attention, but in fact, your teammates went to steal the contract... Do you think you haven't used this trick before?"

There was a smile on his face: "Forget it, what's the use? Do you think I will put the contract in this building?"

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the other party steadily, without saying a word.

Dream Maker: "However... since you have come this time, don't think about leaving as easily as last time."

He let out a piercing laugh, a scarlet slit opened at the corner of his mouth, and several long scarlet tongues rushed out of his mouth, dancing in the air, and the viscous liquid dripped and fell on the ground with a sizzle. The corrosive sound looked extremely terrifying, and a deep voice surged from his throat: "Now, those of your companions have not snatched those human contracts, do you dare to do anything to me?"

The face of the dreamer is distorted like a wax figure, and the arrogant and sinister laughter is particularly sharp and terrifying with the movement of those tongues: "Don't worry, you will become the most delicious food on my table, not only your soul, but also the food wrapped in it." Your soul and body are being slowly enjoyed piece by piece by me... Hahaha!"

Like a sharp knife, the rough scarlet tongue rushed towards Ye Jia.

Ye Jia dodged and avoided the opponent's attack.

His figure was nimble, tossing and turning between the opponent's attacks, like a shadow that couldn't be caught, but he didn't fight back for a long time.

The dreamer began to grow impatient.

His figure slowly elongated and swelled, and the cold and dark ghostly air spread out layer by layer. The dark gray mist condensed into air in the air, wriggling as if it had life. Under its corrosion, the ground and walls let out ear-piercing screams, and turned into a scorched black viscous liquid, which slowly flowed down the wall and penetrated into the ground, wreaking havoc in the air like countless long snakes. Pressing towards the youth step by step.

At this moment, Ye Jia suddenly said: "You are right..."

The dreamer's movements paused slightly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the other party.

I only heard the young man in front of me slowly say: "I am indeed a distraction."

For some reason, the dreamer suddenly felt a... weird sense of uncertainty.

"It's just..." Ye Jia deliberately paused for a moment, then with a smile, he turned his head and pointed to the three people who were fighting with other ghosts on the screen not far away, and said slowly: "They are also..."

This……?

What does it mean? !

The dreamer's pupils suddenly constricted.

At this moment, the cell phone in Ye Jia's pocket rang. He slowly took out the cell phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen with his lowered eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened slightly: "The more old-fashioned the more Works, doesn't it?"

In the next second, the dreamer's face changed.

He seemed to have noticed something.

The power in his body is rapidly disappearing, and the contracts he used as amulets are rapidly failing one after another!

Ye Jia smiled: "Now, I don't have any scruples, right?"

The next second, the scythe in his hand flashed a dazzling bright halo, cut a huge arc in the air, and fell down suddenly.

With the sound of sharp blades piercing through the air, several scarlet tongues were cut off in unison, sticky and rough ugly meat was thrown out, and stinky black red blood gushed out from it, soaking the ground suddenly, splashing On the corroded, potholed walls, it looks like a horrible and twisted abstract painting.

"Ahhh!"

The ear-piercing screams echoed in the unrecognizable top floor, were blown away by the howling wind at high altitude, and merged into the boundless sky.

"You... what did you do?" The dreammaker's expression was distorted, his voice was sharp and piercing, and he shouted hoarsely Ye Jia walked towards him step by step, scarlet blood slowly flowing down from the tip of his knife , It was completely absorbed by the blade before it hit the ground, as bright as the washed moonlight, shining with a sharp light that seemed to be able to cut people.

The Dreamer's remaining tongue dangled on the ground.

As Ye Jia approached, he moved back instinctively, as if he was afraid of something.

The dreamer can clearly feel that compared to the last time the two met, the strength of the other party has actually increased again, and he doesn't know how many ghosts he has eaten—and he is still seriously injured. The confrontation lost the bargaining chip again, and now he has completely lost his previous dominant position.

I'm afraid the situation...is not objective.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, looked at the ghost in front of him condescendingly, and said lightly: "The contract you are signing with ordinary people is still a contract in essence. Since it is a contract, you must abide by the rules. The petitioner pays the price, and you fulfill your wish—— Whether it is a labor contract or an investment contract, the only bond you have is money."

The dreamer seemed to realize something, and his facial expression froze suddenly.

This, is this why ace smashed the computer in his room first as soon as he appeared?

Because what he moved was not his own contract, but his company!

Ye Jia said with a smile: "Don't you like playing with capital?"

"In this case, I will teach you another knowledge point that all human beings know—" He knelt down and said kindly: "Capital is a man-eating beast, and those who want to play with capital will often be turned around." eat it."

By the time the other three people came to the top floor, everything had settled.

The huge office without floor-to-ceiling windows was caught in a strong airflow outside the window. The spacious room was destroyed beyond recognition. There were dirty and sticky black blood stains everywhere on the walls and the floor. It seemed that a massacre had taken place. horrible.

Tongues that were cut into pieces and still flicking were scattered on the ground, and ugly pieces of flesh lay in the dark ruins, still twitching.

The slender young man was leaning on one of the tables that had been cut in two by a sharp weapon, his long legs resting on the ground, holding a huge sickle in one hand, and the other hand was holding the dreamer's hair, and he was already The ungrown head was torn off from the neck abruptly, and it was only connected to the lower body by a layer of skin—the Li Gui's limbs had been chopped off, and they were twitching in the mess all over the place.

There was only one tongue left in his mouth, and he could barely speak, and the rest were cut off by the roots.

Black blood flowed out of his mouth with the broken tongue, dripping on the ground, and the carpet on the ground was corroded, making a hissing sound.

Ace shook Li Gui's head, and asked slowly, "Are you still talking?"

"..." Wei Yuechu, Chen Qingye, and Blast fell silent. They stood at the door, neither advancing nor retreating.

——So which of the two of you is the villain? !

"So... what do you want to ask?" Blast couldn't hold back, and asked.

Ye Jia turned his head to look over, and said without changing his face: "Ah, it's nothing, I just want to know where his treasury is."

blast: "..."

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Finally, the dream maker let go and spit out a series of addresses.

Ye Jia smiled slightly: "That's right..."

He turned to look at the others: "Do you have plastic bags?"

The three looked at each other: "No..."

"Then I have no choice but to make do with it." Ye Jia shrugged, and cut down the sickle in his hand, cutting off the corroded carpet into a square piece, and then took the dreamer's head from him with his bare hands. Tore off his neck cavity, wrapped his screaming head with the rug, wrapped it tightly, and then stood up holding the simple black package: "You guys want to come together ?"

Three people: "..."

Grass, sure enough you are the villain!

After taking a taxi for half an hour, they arrived at their destination.

Facing the driver's horrified eyes, Chen Qingye bit the bullet and gave him double the money before getting out of the car - after all, there are too few customers who get on the car with a screaming head, so it is better to give some spiritual compensation will be better.

This is a private bank, where the dreamer rents one of the vaults.

The receptionist's face was pale, her steps were stiff, and she managed to maintain a polite attitude. She led them to the No. 362 vault. After the code was matched and the iron door opened, she fled away from everyone's sight.

In front of you is a huge treasury, which has been well maintained with high technology. There are rows and rows of shelves inside, and all of them are full of small glass bottles the size of a palm. Each glass bottle contains It's that kind of translucent liquid, their color can be dark or light, and they are neatly placed on the shelves, almost invisible at a glance.

Several people couldn't help holding their breath.

So many... all the souls of the victims.

Every little bottle contained a living life.

Ye Jia turned his head and said to the three people behind him: "Now you can contact the administration."

They all nodded, then turned and walked out.

Although they are used to seeing death and killing, they don't really want to stay in this kind of place for a long time.

Ye Jia was the only one left in the treasury.

He held the head in his hand, and the stinky blood dripped down from the black blood-soaked carpet, slowly dripping onto the clean and clean ground.

Ye Jia slowly walked forward along the corridor, his eyes slowly swept across the shelves, one container after another filled with human souls.

He walked to the end, but unexpectedly saw that at the end of the vault, there was an empty space between the shelves—it was like, there used to be something there, but it was removed, leaving only an empty space. Empty grounds.

Ye Jia lowered his head and examined the blank space.

Judging by the dust, whatever was placed here had just been removed.

He tore off the carpet covering the head of the dream maker, grabbed the other person's hair, and looked at the particularly ferocious and terrifying face stained with black blood: "What was there?"

The dream maker gave Ye Jia a vicious look, but did not answer.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and asked slowly: "Is it related to the task assigned by your mother?"

The dreamer's expression twisted again, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly, "Why do you think... I'll tell you?"

"Because whether you say it or not, you will die." Ye Jia said calmly: "Cooperate with me, at least you can die more happily."

He thought for a while, and added: "However, for you ghosts, the word death doesn't seem to be appropriate... After all, you are not considered alive."

The dreamer suddenly laughed wildly, and countless dark blood gushed out from his mouth, mixed with broken pieces of meat, and dripped to the ground.

Ye Jia frowned slightly.

A few minutes later, the maniacal laughter of the dreamer finally stopped. He stared at Ye Jia with those dark eyes that seemed to be able to drip ink, and said slowly: "You humans always feel that this world It's yours, right?"

He let out a strange smile: "But, when mother comes out, everything will be different..."

Ye Jia asked: "What do you mean?"

The dreamer's laughter became wild again: "This world...is ours...and you humans are only worthy of being our pigs and ingredients, our nourishment and food...wait..."

His laughter was choked with blood and turned into a cough.

"Hmm..." Ye Jia lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "It seems that you are very confident in your ability to resist pressure."

The blood-stained face of the dreamer twisted slightly.

Ye Jia's face remained unchanged, and he said in a soft voice: "Believe me, after being captured by us, the puppet master reacted exactly like you—"

The smile on his lips widened: "Guess who told us where you are?"

The already ferocious face of the dream maker became even more terrifying, but there was a hint of fear flashing in the depths of those dark and spiteful eyes.

Ye Jia waited, with a leisurely smile on his lips, as if he was not worried.

Ghosts are a collection of pure desire and malice, and as such, they are extremely selfish and extremely ugly—and thus more easily dominated by terror.

Especially when one of its companions has succumbed, the dreamer dare not touch his bottom line.

However, this mother's task...

It is unlikely that the dreamer told him directly.

Then he'd better find a new breakthrough point,

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked, "What do I want from the contract I signed with you?"

He signed a contract with the dreamer, but he forgot the specific situation and content of his prayer at that time.

The dreamer slowly raised his eyes, and a distorted smile appeared on his blood-soaked face: "You want an answer."

"What answer?" Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

This is different from what he imagined.

This kind of thing is very abstract, and it doesn't take half a month to fulfill the contract. As long as the dreamer gives an answer on the spot, the contract will be fulfilled.

He wouldn't even have time to find loopholes in the dreammaker's contract.

"How should I put it..." The corners of the dreamer's mouth pulled even wider, and a pair of eyes stared fixedly at Ye Jia's face, as if enjoying the pleasure of chewing and swallowing the other party's emotions bit by bit, and then word by word After a pause, he said slowly, "What you want to know is the cause of your mother's death."