After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Ye Jia fixedly examined the dusty box in front of him, and a cold light appeared on his fingertips.

In the next second, a cold light flashed, and the sharp blades and props collided with each other, making a loud bang, and sparks shone in the dark night.

Ye Jia pressed down with his fingertips, and the phantom of the blade was reflected in the depths of those light-colored eyes, like a cold light sinking into the eyes.

There was only a muffled sound, and a few pitch-black insects squeaked and fell from the lid of the gray box, turning into black-gray smoke and dust, which dissipated in the air in an instant like mist.

The props used to protect the box disappeared.

Ye Jia raised his hand, waved away the smoke rising in front of him, and then looked not far away.

The gray box in front of him was placed on the ground alone, completely defenseless.

Ye Jia took a deep breath slowly.

Standing a few steps away, he gently raised the lid with the tip of his sickle, holding his breath a little, waiting with full vigilance.

With a clang, the lid of the box was lifted.

The moment it flipped up, thick and thick blood gushed out from the box in an endless stream, and spread instantly, covering the rough ground.

Ye Jia clenched the sickle in his hand, took a few steps back slowly, and fixed his eyes on the box not far away that was still oozing blood... It was not too big in a square shape, but it was flowing like a spring Endless, the blood color is extremely deep, reflecting a strange luster under the dim moonlight, surging like life, devouring everything that can be touched.

Before long, it finally stopped.

The pool of blood on the ground formed a perfect circle, wrapping the gray box inside.

At this moment, a man's deep voice sounded behind him: "Don't touch..."

Ye Jia turned his head and saw Ji Xuan's figure slowly emerging from the darkness.

He has already returned to his normal appearance, with a tall and straight figure, deep and stern facial features, and a pair of scarlet blood pupils flashing in the night with a color similar to that of the pool of blood: "There is a part of my mother here."

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, the sickle in his hand reflected the dim moonlight, he asked: "If I touch it, will it be the same as Vision?"

Ji Xuan stared at him steadily.

He didn't seem surprised that Ye Jia knew the identity of the ghost that blocked him in City M, and replied: "No..."

Ye Jia looked back at him and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Ji Xuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes fell on the sticky blood on the ground, and said, "The purity is different..."

"Then what can this kind of purity do?" Ye Jia asked.

Ji Xuan hooked his fingers lightly, and the two stones on the ground were slowly lifted into the air by some invisible force.

One big piece and one small piece flew towards the pool of blood one after the other. When it was about to touch the edge of the pool of blood, the sticky dark red blood rose up violently like a hunting beast. Grab that small pebble and devour it, the second pebble is even bigger, and the waves of blood that rise up are even more violent, crushing that big pebble in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, viscous blood fell, and the surface of the pool of blood returned to calm.

Ye Jia frowned: "If you meet the strong, you will be strong..."

This is very difficult.

He turned his head to look at Ji Xuan and asked, "Is its quantity limited?"

Ji Xuan seemed to understand Ye Jia's meaning, he hooked his lips: "Of course, everything has a limit."

City f, in a coffee shop.

Chen Qingye and Wei Chuchu sat facing each other by the window, Blast barely held three cups of coffee, and slowly walked over from the front desk.

The coffee in his hand was shaking, and it was about to spill.

Chen Qingye stood up quickly, took the coffee from his hand and put it on the table.

He pushed the glasses that had slid down, frowned and said, "If you need help, just say so."

Blast frowned: "Huh?"

His expression is as flamboyant as his hair color: "You underestimate me, don't you?! Didn't I bring it here?"

Wei Yue stirred his cup of coffee with a smile: "Indeed..."

She's now figured out how to use blast successfully, and just challenge his compulsion to do almost any chore.

As for the other one...

Wei Yue raised his eyes to look at Chen Qingye.

Chen Qingye took out two tissues from his pocket, handed one to blast, and then used the other to carefully wipe off the coffee stains on the table before sitting down again.

——Just a clean freak and old lady.

Wei Yue looked away at the beginning of the month and took another sip of coffee.

Although she doesn't have any extra feelings for her two colleagues, after getting along for such a long time, the relationship between them is not as awkward as it was at the beginning.

This time, after a long day at work, she suggested on a whim to go sit down.

The other two seemed to have nothing to do next, so they both agreed.

Originally, they planned to go to the bar, but both blast and Wei Yuechu were under 22 in the real world, so they had to settle for the next best thing and choose to come to the coffee shop.

——Drinking coffee at night, I don’t know what to think.

Wei Yue sighed silently.

"Here in city f, we should have nothing to do, right?" She was the first to break the silence and asked.

Chen Qingye thought for a while, then nodded: "Indeed..."

During this period of time, the DM company has been seized, and all the ghosts under the Dream Maker have been arrested. Except for those humans who can't come back, it is basically a perfect solution.

"We're fine, but..." Blast took a sip of his coffee and gloated: "Have you seen the documents piled up on the desks of those employees of the Administration? It's too miserable hahaha!"

Chen Qingye stared at him expressionlessly.

Blast looked arrogant: "What? Want to fight?"

"Hey..." Wei Yue said coolly beside him, "Aren't you afraid of Ah Chang?"

blast: "..."

Like an eggplant beaten by frost, he wilted immediately.

The air became quiet for a moment, and the three of them took a sip of their coffee and looked in different directions thoughtfully.

The same question swirls in their minds - where did the ace go?

Since we parted the day before yesterday, the other party was like a bull in mud, and there was no more news, but due to their own ulterior motives, none of them took the initiative to mention ace, and Ye Jia who disappeared at the same time as him - at the same time, they also I was very puzzled, and I didn't care about it, why did the other two people act as if they didn't care about it?

Suddenly, the notification tone of WeChat broke the dead silence.

The three of them took out their phones at the same time.

When they saw who the person who sent the message was, their expressions froze slightly.

Chen Qingye calmly put the phone back into his pocket, stood up slowly, and said, "Sorry, I have to..."

Wei Yue's voice sounded at the same time: "I suddenly remembered..."

"I..." Blast's voice followed closely behind.

Chen Qingye raised his head and found that the other two were doing exactly the same movements as him.

The three of them looked at each other, their movements slightly stiff.

Wait... what's the situation?

A ridiculous idea came to mind at the same time.

Wei Yuechu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Qingye: "Are you...where are you going next?"

Chen Qingye cast his gaze towards Wei Yuechu through the lens, and collided with him in mid-air, and could vaguely hear the sound of sparks flying around.

"I can't tell you," he said.

Chen Qingye also narrowed his eyes: "What about you, where do you want to go?"

Wei Yuechu: "I can't tell you either."

"..." The two stared at each other.

"By the way..." Chen Qingye stared fixedly at the girl standing opposite him, and slowly asked: "Why have you never asked about the whereabouts of another person in our team?"

Wei Yue responded tit for tat: "Why don't you ask?"

Suddenly, they seemed to realize something at the same time, their expressions slowly froze, and their eyes slowly widened: "You..."

"you……"

Blast stared blankly at the two people in front of him, and frowned: "What charades are you playing?"

Wei Yue raised his hand and snatched the phone from blast's hand.

Blast was startled: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Chen Qingye didn't answer, but reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and put it on the table.

Wei Yue followed closely behind, turned on his mobile phone and put it aside.

The above three messages are exactly the same, all sent by the same person.

They stared at the same head and fell silent at the same time.

--Grass.

Blast seemed to have come to his senses belatedly, he was stunned, his eyes widened slowly, he raised his hand, pointed at the two people in front of him who were equally expressionless, and stammered: "You you you ……you……!"

Chen Qingye pushed the glasses frame, and a white light reflected from the lens, covering his eyes behind: "I think your guess is probably right."

"Fuck..." Blast had an unbelievable expression on his face: "Impossible! He told me that only I know about this..."

Wei Yue showed a warm smile, and said slowly: "He told me that too."

Chen Qingye pushed his glasses and said, "Me too..."

blast: "..."

Grass……

They were all donkeys.

Or by the same person, with the same excuse.

Blast took a deep breath slowly, gritted his teeth and said, "Ace!"

His bite was so vicious that he almost wanted to swallow the opponent alive.

"I told you a long time ago! That man ace is very hateful! Extremely wicked! You still don't believe me!" He said angrily.

Chen Qingye asked quietly: "Then why did you keep it secret for so long?"

blast: "..."

His whole face slowly flushed red: "I, I just think you guys are stupid! You were able to be played by him for so long, only I can see the true face of this person!"

Wei Yuechu: "..."

I will listen to it too.

Blast lowered his head in a concealed manner, and his eyes fell on the three mobile phones in front of him.

He froze for a moment, then carefully read the words on it, and then his eyes flashed with anger: "That bastard! The message is still sent in groups!"

Not even a single word is bad!