After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Empty coffin...?

Ye Jia stood in the cemetery blankly.

His feet plunged into the soft and damp soil as if they had taken root, his eyes fixed on the dusty bluestone slab in front of him, every word engraved on it was very familiar, but the strokes intertwined Transformed into characters that he was completely unrecognizable.

There was chaos in my mind.

"That's right!" The little black hand seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "Although the coffin is empty, there seems to be something painted on the bottom of the coffin..."

Ye Jia seemed to be awakened suddenly from a slow dream.

He turned his head abruptly, a pair of cold eyes fixed on the little black hand, his voice had become hoarse since some time ago, and the original timbre could hardly be heard:

"……what?"

The little black hand was taken aback by him, instinctively shrank back, and stammered:

"Just, just one..."

The rest of it stuck.

I saw a huge sickle in the palm of the young man without warning. The sharp blade reflected the cold and dazzling light in the sun. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was restraining some terrifying emotion, as if he was about to explode. Magma, buried deep under a thick layer of ice:

"Step aside."

The little black hand froze immediately, and rolled down from the tombstone at the fastest speed, and then retreated to the farthest point trembling.

In the next second, the blade fell, and the soil that had already been compacted on the ground was cut apart in the blink of an eye. The smell of soil buried deep in the ground was cold and damp, and it permeated into the air with the rolling of the soil, and the surface faded. The rotting coffin was exposed.

The young man's cold and pale fingers tightly held the long handle of the sickle, his fingertips turned white from the force, but they didn't tremble at all.

Just like that thunderstorm night, when he slowly sent the blade into his father's chest.

The little black hand looked at Ye Jia whose back was facing him.

The young man's back was straight and tense, and he stood firmly in front of the messy tomb, like a split black silhouette, deeply embedded in the barren and distant background in front of him.

It subconsciously floated forward.

But, immediately afterwards, an invisible force pulled the little black hand back.

The little black hand froze for a moment, then turned his head to look aside.

The man with a stern face lowered his scarlet pupils, a dark pressure fell, and the little black hand flinched, but the other party didn't say anything, just shook his head at it, then retracted his gaze, and raised his eyes again. Eyes, looking towards the young man standing not far away, a pair of dark red pupils surged with a look so deep that no one could understand.

Ye Jia slowly squatted down in front of the coffin.

The coffin was not buried deep, almost within his reach.

Ye Jia stretched out his hand, and his fingers stayed in midair for a moment, then continued to stretch forward, and slowly pressed his hand on the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, there was a light "click" sound, and a smooth cut was cracked on the surface of the wooden board, and then it was broken into several pieces, which slid down the coffin, revealing the empty inside.

Sure enough, it was just as described by the little black hand.

This is an empty coffin.

Inside... nothing.

Ye Jia's eyes fell on the bottom of the coffin.

The dark brown lines were hidden under broken sawdust and pieces of wood, and he recognized at a glance that they must have been painted with blood.

Ye Jia raised his hand and brushed away the crumbs, revealing the complete pattern below.

...is the old logo for the Occult Authority.

However, compared with the pattern on the iron box containing the eyeballs, it seems that a lot of strokes have been added to it, and some blank spaces have been filled in to make it more complete and huge, and it has been smeared stroke by stroke with dried blood. The bottom of the coffin.

Ye Jia pressed his fingertips on one of the strokes.

The old blood had already permeated the decayed coffin, and Ye Jia had clearly realized that this symbol was very old, almost the same age as the coffin just by touching it.

Could it be that there was already an empty coffin here when he was buried?

What about... his mother's body?

Ye Jia's fingertips pressing on the coffin began to tremble slightly, he took a deep breath, slowly retracted his hands, and clenched them into fists bit by bit by his side.

—Anyway, the Occult Authority can't get away with it.

In the young man's downcast light-colored pupils, cold flames were burning silently in the silent abyss, like bursting flames splashing in the darkness. There was no superfluous expression on his face, but there was a terrifying depression in him Brewing in his eyes.

Ye Jia stood up.

At this time, the voice of the little black hand came from behind: "Hey!"

He was slightly startled, and turned his head to look behind him.

I saw the little black hand floating towards him, and fell into the coffin, as if he was seriously thinking about something, and then its figure blurred, and it sank slowly into the depths.

1 minute later.

A shrill scream came from the depths of the ground.

Ye Jia was startled, and subconsciously took a step forward.

However, before he could do anything, the figure of the little black hand jumped out from under the ground as if escaping, and pressed his body firmly against the edge of the coffin board, tremblingly said: "Come on, come on down!" ...below there is..."

Ye Jia's eyebrows and eyes darkened slightly.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the little black hand up from the ground, and threw it on his shoulder, and then a phantom of a sickle appeared in the palm of his hand.

Ye Jia raised his eyes, and his gaze stayed on the coffin on the bluestone slab not far away for a moment, a faint pain flashed in his eyes.

He retracted his gaze and slowly raised his hand, ready to completely destroy the tomb in front of him.

However, in the next second, there was a cold touch on the wrist.

Ye Jia was slightly stunned, and turned to look beside him.

Ji Xuan didn't know when he came forward and stood beside him, his slender fingers with well-articulated joints grasped the young man's slender wrist, and pulled him towards his back with an irresistible force. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his voice was calm and gentle:

"I come."

In the next second, a sea of ​​scarlet blood floated up from the ground, lifted the coffin, and the invisible force pushed the soil away. Almost instantly, a deep pit with a depth of tens of meters appeared below the ground.

Ji Xuan's bloodless face paled for a moment, but there was no unnecessary emotional change on his face.

Ye Jia gave him a fixed look.

——The secret hidden under the coffin must be related to the mother, and the other party's doing so is tantamount to directly confronting the suppression of the mother's blood.

The reason why he had not directly sought Ji Xuan's help before was also because of this.

Ji Xuan, this is... why?

Ji Xuan didn't say anything, just took a step back calmly and stepped aside.

Ye Jia withdrew his gaze.

Now, even without the reminder from the little black hand, Ye Jia can still sense the terrifying movement from below the ground.

What Ji Xuan did just now must not be just removing the soil layer.

Even if it is buried tens of meters deep, this breath cannot be completely covered up. It can make Ye Jia unaware from the beginning. Even the little black hand who is a ghost only realized something is wrong after observing for a long time, which shows that It must have been protected by other protections.

Ye Jia took a step forward, looking down at the bottom of the abyss.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The icy wind blew through his hair, his sweaty forehead and the back of his neck, and a shudder was born in his flesh and blood. It seemed as if all the internal organs were twisted in an instant, and spread along the veins and bones.

Under the abyss, black and viscous waves rolled.

The maliciousness that was so dense that there were almost no impurities slowly surged from the depths of the ground and diffused in the air. The weeds on the ground immediately withered and turned black, and their vitality was instantly seized. black mist.

In the waves, blurred faces of human beings emerged one after another. Each face was grim and painful, as if screaming silently. They struggled under the dark river, sticking out their skinny bones towards the sky above their heads. The suffocating and terrifying breath almost condensed into a solid body, and the blurred faces that screamed gathered and dissipated in the air, and then were pulled into the black waves again.

"This... what is this?"

Ye Jia slightly widened his eyes and murmured.

Little Hei held his collar tightly with his hands, trembling, and stammered, "You, do you still remember what I told you before, the malice that can pollute souls and even ghosts?"

Ye Jia was startled, and turned to look at the little black hand on his shoulder: "You mean...?"

The little black hand drilled behind Ye Jia, and said with lingering fear:

"These...all of them."

At this moment, there was a movement in the soil beside him.

The sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board was piercing and terrifying. The rotten and pale arms broke through the wet and soft soil, and pulled out the mutilated body that had been eaten by insects and ants. The scalp on the skull hangs down, and the dark eye sockets look towards the only direction that has the breath of a living person. One after another, corpses break through the ground, struggling to reach out to Ye Jia with a bony arm.

"what……"

"Ah..."

The decayed vocal cords rubbed against each other with difficulty.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light of a sharp blade appeared in his palm.

After all, he has seen more terrifying scenes in the game, and this kind of scene is not scary for him.

"...help me..." the rotting corpse moaned.

"it hurts……"

"It hurts... Mom..." The child's body cried out hoarsely: "It's so dark..."

"Who can help me……"

Ye Jia was stunned.

These are not monsters.

Rather, it is the soul of a living person bound to a corpse.

When he was in a daze, the rotten finger bones of one of the corpses caught his trouser leg, and there was a sizzling corrosion sound, and black mist spread from the place touched by the corpse. Ye Jia suddenly reacted, and the sharp blade slashed , split the piece of cloth that was touched, the cloth was corroded before it fell to the ground, and a small piece of soil below was also eroded and sunken.

——This kind of malice can even pollute ghosts.

Ye Jia's brows and eyes darkened slightly.

Little Hei clenched Ye Jia's collar tightly, and stammered, "Why, what should I do?"

Ye Jia gritted his teeth and did not answer.

The sickle is a "teeth", but what lies in front of it is the soul of a living person.

He turned to look at Ji Xuan: "Can it be sealed again?"

Ji Xuan nodded slightly.

His pale fingertips moved slightly, and the invisible force bound the black mist in the air, slowly pressing down towards the abyss below the ground, and the corpses on the ground lost their vitality again as the black mist peeled off, like It's like a marionette that has lost its restraint, lying on the ground and not moving.

Ji Xuan's figure shook slightly.

He stabilized quickly, and before Ye Jia looked over, he recovered his previous calm, and said:

"I'm just restoring it to its original state now, and I can't seal it permanently."

The implication is that this place is like a time bomb, which will explode completely at some point, and this is no longer under the control of Ji Xuan.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and fixedly stared at the messy cemetery in front of him.

The sun above his head shone down again and fell on his shoulders, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Eliminate... distractors.

Ye Jia seemed to think of something suddenly, startled slightly, and looked up towards the direction of the city.

——Yes.

·

"Whoa-!"

The old carpet on the floor was torn off violently, causing a cloud of dust to rise in the dimly lit room.

Two frightened spirits, one big and one small, were sitting on the beam, like two jelly sticks very close to each other.

"What's the matter?"

"I do not know either!"

"Is he looking for something?"

"I don't know..."

The two frightened spirits floated towards the young man who was wreaking havoc on the room, and asked, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

Ye Jia turned to look at them.

Ah, so handsome.

Long time no see, he looks even more handsome.

Intoxicated expressions appeared on the simple faces of the two frightened spirits, and they said enthusiastically, "We've been here for a long time! Just tell us what you need!"

Ye Jia took out a piece of paper, on which a pattern was drawn with simple strokes:

"Did you see this pattern anywhere in the house?"

The two frightened spirits thought about it carefully.

"Hey!" Da Jingling suddenly thought of something, and suddenly jumped up: "It seems...it seems to be true!"

"where?"

The big frightened spirit pointed to the top of his head.

Ye Jia paused slightly, and slowly raised his head to look up.

In the darkness, the dusty roof was gray, but if you looked carefully, you could still vaguely make out brown lines winding overhead, forming an extremely large pattern—the same pattern as the one deep in his mother's coffin. Everything is exactly the same.

……really.

Ye Jia raised his head, fixedly staring at your complex and weird figure, his eyes darkened slightly.

The ghost king is the representative of the mother.

So, to a certain extent, his actions directly represent the will of his mother.

Ye Jia took out his mobile phone, called Liu Zhaocheng, and asked calmly:

"Minister, do you know when the Yin Well first appeared?"

"Hmm..." Liu Zhaocheng's voice came from the other side of the microphone. After a long time, he said: "When I entered the Supernatural Administration, many concepts and researches were not perfect. Theoretically speaking, when the Yin Well appeared Should be as old as the city..."

Ye Jia interrupted him: "But, if that's the case, wouldn't the Yin Well have gathered Yin Qi for thousands of years before the Supernatural Administration Bureau appeared?"

Liu Zhaocheng choked: "This...maybe... is with the development of human beings..."

Ye Jia's eyes were gloomy, and he asked, "When was the concept of Yinjing proposed?"

"About 30 years ago."

"After the reorganization of the Occult Administration?"

Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "...Yes."

Ye Jia hung up the phone and sent messages to several others.

·

under the building.

In the distance, the milk tea shop on the corner of the street is still open, but it is still as deserted as last time.

The noise of the news broadcast came from the electrical store, and came through the glass.

"...spiritual incidents occur frequently in various places, and our country is urgently formulating relevant measures to ensure the safety of people's lives and property..."

Ye Jia withdrew his gaze.

The last time he came under this building, it was still scorching midsummer.

But now, the season is approaching autumn, although the aftertaste of summer still remains in the air, but the slightly cold temperature has begun to spread, invading through the thin clothes.

The old building stands quietly in front of the eyes, and a gloomy atmosphere emerges from the dark corridors.

Soon, a voice shouted not far away:

"Hey! Brother Ye!"

Ye Jia turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw Chen Qingye, Wei Yueyue, and blast walking towards him, Wei Yueyue waved to him, and trotted all the way to him: "Hey, why are you calling us here in such a hurry?"

Ye Jia pursed his lips and looked at Chen Qingye: "Did you take the things I asked you to bring?"

Chen Qingye nodded.

He opened his backpack and took out three detection instruments.

"Huh?" Blast raised his brows, "What are you doing with this?"

Ye Jia said: "This is the most sophisticated detection instrument that we have confiscated, and it is much more sensitive than the detection of breath."

Wei Yue frowned: "What are we looking for?"

"Malicious." Ye Jia said.

Several people were taken aback: "Malicious?"

"It's very similar to Yin Qi, but it's darker and more vicious, and it can even pollute ghosts." Seeing everyone's slightly shocked expressions, Ye Jia continued: "This building occupies a huge area, so we Best to split up."

Wei Yue weighed the instrument in his hand, looked up at Ye Jia: "What about you?"

Ye Jia took out the little black hand from his pocket and shook it: "I use it."

Everyone: "..."

Wait, isn't this the one-time-use item you mentioned?

The little black hand waved friendlyly at the three people in front of him: "Hi!"

Everyone: "…………"

What the hell is this?

Ye Jia seemed to have no intention of explaining, he put the little black hand on his shoulder, turned his head and said to the other three:

"Let's go, if you find anything, contact me at any time."

He turned his head to look at Ji Xuan who was standing aside, paused for a while, and said slowly:

"Just wait for us outside."

The corners of Ji Xuan's lips hooked slightly, and a trace of a smile flitted through the depths of his dark red pupils, and he responded softly:

"it is good."

in the building.

The iron doors were closed tightly, and the gray walls were covered with traces of graffiti. There was no human being in the whole building, only the sound of steady footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The autumn sun shone in through the blurred and dirty glass, barely illuminating the gloomy environment in front of me.

After the murder, the residents of this building moved out one after another. Coupled with the Hyakki Night Walk that happened later, it has almost become an abandoned empty building now.

Ye Jia walked forward alone, his tall and straight figure was outlined by the twilight, which was extraordinarily clear and vivid in the gloomy corridor.

The little black hand held his shoulders tightly, looking around all the way, looking for any clues.

They go deeper and deeper.

The little black hand asked: "Hey... Speaking of which, why did you suddenly remember to come back here?"

"There are so many skinned girls and so many places where they died. Is there anything special here?" It scratched its palm and asked puzzledly: "Besides, didn't the people from your management bureau inspect this place?" Have you been there once?"

Ye Jia looked into the darkness in the distance, and he said:

"A young girl, why would she enter this building alone?"

He glanced silently across the corridor in front of him and the locked rooms, and continued: "The file says that there are no relatives or friends of hers in this building, and her address is on the other side of the city. On the one hand, however, she took the ghost bus and rushed to most of the city from far away, just to die in this building, why do you think?"

The little black hand was taken aback: "You mean...?"

"Yes." Ye Jia nodded, narrowing his light-colored eyes slightly, looking around the particularly gloomy environment in front of him, and said calmly:

"Where you die is more important than who dies."

——The location of this building is the key point.

They continued to move forward, searching inch by inch for any strange fluctuations.

At this moment, Ye Jia's cell phone rang.

He connected the mobile phone, and there was a buzzing sound from the microphone, Wei Yue's voice came intermittently from the other side of the microphone, her voice sounded a little unsteady: "...the basement... come here... ..."

She seems to have found something.

Ye Jia was refreshed.

He stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and rushed towards the basement as fast as he could.

The light in the basement was even more dim, and the light tubes above the head flickered slightly, making a hissing sound, illuminating the messy and dirty rough walls.

A sullen, rancid smell hung in the air.

Wei Yuechu stood at the end of the corridor, with a gloomy face, holding the buzzing chainsaw tightly in his hand, and the wall in front of him had been violently broken.

Inside the wall, countless dried up bones appeared. Skulls were stacked on top of each other. They all showed a shape that was almost mummified, as if all the moisture in the flesh had been drained, and the gray-brown skin collapsed tightly on the bones. Each face showed a distorted and painful expression, and behind those bones, there was a huge totem, which was deeply burned on the wall, as if it had already merged with the wall , looked terribly frightening.

The other two came one after another.

Blast gasped in surprise: "What is this?!"

Although Chen Qingye looked much calmer, the slightly faster heaving of his chest also showed that he was not very calm.

Ye Jia turned to look at Chen Qingye and said, "Did you bring the map?"

Chen Qingye nodded, and took out a map of City M from his backpack.

Ye Jia spread out the map on the open ground, then stretched out his hand: "Pen."

Chen Qingye handed the pencil he brought to Ye Jia.

Ye Jia first found the location of this building on the map, made a mark, and then looked up at Chen Qingye: "Where are the bodies of the other skinned girls found?"

Chen Qingye squatted down beside the map, and clicked on the city map with his fingers:

"Here, and here..."

After marking, Ye Jia turned to Wei Yue: "Where is the woman whose heart was dug out?"

Wei Yue pointed it out.

After Ye Jia marked the places where all the corpses were found, he circled four places again.

Three known wells.

There is also a Yin well bought by Ji Xuan.

In the end, he paused slightly, smoothed the folded corner of the city, and slowly drew a circle at the location of the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Ye Jia connected all these points in chronological order.

The other three watched his movements inexplicably. Wei Yue frowned, tilted his head, examined the pattern shown on the map, and asked, "What is this?"

At this time, the little black hand stuck out from Ye Jia's shoulder, and after observing the pattern in front of him for a while, it suddenly said:

"This is the door."

Everyone was startled, and they looked at the little black hand one after another.

The little black hand was startled, and instinctively shrank back, but Ye Jia caught it in his palm.

Ye Jia frowned slightly: "The door?"

The little black hand shook his fingers, and said: "Yes, I told you before, all our ghosts come out of the door."

——One day, the door suddenly opened.

——The door is there, as long as you see it, you can come out.

It added: "However, the ones we passed were all small gates that were only two or three meters high."

The little black hand looked at the map and continued:

"I've never seen such a big door before."