After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

After an anxious and long wait, rescue finally arrived.

The rubber of the tire rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound. As soon as the door opened, Liu Zhaocheng rushed up at the fastest speed.

The higher the level of the Combat Division, the stronger the ability, and the smaller the number of people. Since M City is not too big, the most senior Combat Division team resident is only D-level.

The captain of this team is named Lin Cheng. He is a tall, muscular middle-aged man with a dark face. He is the only C-level member in the entire team.

As soon as Lin Cheng got out of the car, he bumped into Liu Zhaocheng who was rushing over.

Liu Zhaocheng didn't care to wipe off the bean-sized beads of sweat on his bald head, so he began to share information like a cannonball:

"You guys are finally here! There are six of us trapped inside, five from the F-class combat department, and one from our logistics department. We thought it was just an ordinary wandering spirit at first but..."

Lin Cheng looked in the direction Liu Zhaocheng pointed at.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help being taken aback: "This...!"

A thick layer of filthy black-gray fog completely enveloped the teaching building. In the night, the blurred outline appeared more chaotic and ambiguous, like a terrifying monster lurking in the dark night, silently opening its bloody mouth, hungry. Rumbling and waiting to kill and eat.

Lin Cheng calmed down, he lowered his head, and flipped through the reading analysis Liu Zhaocheng handed over.

The more he watched, the more frightened he became, his back was drenched with layers of cold sweat.

The instrument has no way of distinguishing what kind of enemy they are facing, and can only present those frighteningly high readings faithfully.

Even if he didn't need to observe closely, Lin Cheng knew very well that those who had already entered were probably hopeless.

He put down the file and took a deep breath:

"I'm going to notify my superior to see if he can deploy an A-level team to solve the problem. You are responsible for sealing off the surrounding area of ​​the school and contacting the relevant departments to see if it can be..."

Before Lin Cheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the eager Liu Zhaocheng:

"What about my people?"

Lin Cheng had a sad expression:

"...the chance of surviving is too small. Even those members of the combat department need to have a lot of combat experience and great luck if they want to escape alive, but if it is an ordinary person in the logistics department..."

He sighed and shook his head:

"I'm afraid the gods will not be able to save them when they come."

·

Inside the teaching building.

The logistics member who couldn't save the fairy stood alone in the small space, the floor had turned into a thick black and sticky semi-gelatin, and more dark and foul-smelling liquid gushed out from the cracks in the wall, the ceiling, and the sink , bubbling and bubbling.

The ubiquitous slime condensed into giant tentacles, attacking him from all directions.

The offensive was ferocious and crazy, giving no chance to breathe.

"Wait, wait...don't worry..." Ye Jia tried to communicate normally with the sucker while defending:

"What did you mean just now?"

The water-like blade slid across the air soundlessly, precisely blocking every attack of the opponent.

Ye Jia asked persistently: "What do you mean, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have come at all? Who is he?"

Repeated misses made the smoker even more manic, it hissed angrily:

"I want to peel off your skin bit by bit, tear off your flesh, I want to let you live to see how I crush your bones, pull out your internal organs, drink your blood, and tear your soul out into pieces!"

A viscous, foul-smelling liquid boiled underfoot.

"I want to make your life worse than death, struggling weakly in pain, until finally begging me to eat you!"

Ye Jia had a headache.

... There is no way to communicate at all!

Suddenly, his wrist was hit by the opponent's tentacles.

The moment it touched human skin, the shape of that tentacle changed immediately.

It was a terrifying hand, with weirdly long fingers and bony bones, only a layer of asphalt-like gelatinous skin covering the skeleton, damp and sticky, as if it were the limbs of a dead person soaked in water.

That ugly hand held Ye Jia's wrist tightly, and there was a sizzling sound where it touched, and a layer of coke-like blackness instantly soaked through the skin texture.

Hoarse and maniacal laughter sounded in the narrow public toilet:

"Hahahahahahaha... I never thought that the once famous ACE would fall into my hands!"

The imbiber's mark is branded on the soul.

——As long as it is marked, the prey can no longer escape.

The sucker will entangle tightly like a gangrene, feed on the negative emotions of the marked person, and suck it up little by little.

This is also the origin of its name.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!" The voice of the smoker was cheerful and vicious: "He would never have thought that the person he had been looking for for so long would become my nourishment and die miserably in pain and fear! I want to let he……"

In the next second, its voice suddenly choked up.

"This this……"

The little black hand crawled out from under Ye Jia's collar.

It looked at the very familiar scene in front of it, sighed very sympathetically, and said to the smoker:

"Brother, don't take it too seriously, it's the first time I've gotten it."

Ye Jia smiled and grabbed the little black hand on his shoulder, squeezed it hard, it let out a "ji" scream, and shrank back again limply.

The smoker suddenly realizes the danger he faces.

It suddenly stretched the new tentacles into the shape of a blade, and fiercely chopped off the tentacles wrapped around Ye Jia's wrist.

The severed dead man's hand lost its fixed shape in the next second, and instantly melted into a ball of pitch-black mucus.

The mucus dripped on the fair and clean skin of the young man, and then slowly seeped into it, like a drop of water falling into the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, his light-colored pupils were like the gray sky after a storm.

He said suddenly, "You know what? Every ghost has a different taste."

"Some are like food, some are delicious, some are not, and some taste a little weirder, like old dusty books, or wet towels on a cloudy day," he raised his eyes and gradually moved towards the food in front of him. The pitch-black slime recoiled: "And your smell..."

Ye Jia frowned:

"Like a rotting slug."

Little Black Hand: "..."

shit.

It suddenly recalled the situation that day - at that time, he tried to devour the life force of the other party, but what he came into contact with was a swamp formed by the condensed ghost energy.

Unable to escape, he could only be pulled and fell into the whirlpool, watching helplessly that the ghost energy entangled in his body was swallowed up by the opponent bit by bit.

It hadn't figured out what was going on, but now... it seemed like everything could be explained.

The little black hand tremblingly clasped Ye Jia's shoulders, tears streaming down his face in his heart, screaming crazily——

Help! This man can eat ghosts! ! ! ! ! !

The smoker made a quick decision, turned around and fled.

However, before it escaped, a sharp blade shining with silver light was precisely placed in front of its body. The crescent-like blade was as cold as a streamer, as if it could cut through all existence.

Not all players can have their own weapons.

Their weapons are often exchanged from the game with high points, and they have an expiry date.

ACE is the only exception.

No one knows where his mysterious sickle, which can destroy gold and jade, came from. Some people speculate that it is a reward for some hidden mission, and some people think it is a bug in the game system. Jealous players once organized an ambush to try to snatch his sword. Weapons and Points.

No one knows exactly what happened that day.

They could only see that on the standings, ACE's points had increased tenfold overnight, and those who had ambushed him never appeared again.

But now, after intimate contact with this mysterious scythe, the smoker realizes in horror——

It's not a weapon, but more like... the embodiment of some kind of extremely cold, extremely pure, and extremely terrifying ghost aura, which is a part of the opponent's soul.

"Don't be so anxious."

The young man's voice came from behind, gentle and indifferent, with a bit of lazy carelessness: "Talk to me."

The smoker feels a wave of panic.

The temporary domain is about to expire, and the area it can control is shrinking little by little, but an invisible sense of oppression spreads from the opponent's body, forcibly revealing its body.

It has a combination of a rotten and swollen head and eight pitch-black tentacles. The end of each tentacle is a dead hand. It is green, white and greasy. sound.

After realizing that he couldn't run away, the smoker no longer struggled, but twisted that head towards Ye Jia, making a weird laugh:

"Hey... hey hey... what do you want to talk about?"

"Is the "he" you mentioned just now the ghost that wiped out your entire lair?" Ye Jia frowned, recalling what the little black hand said earlier, and added: "Or...is your king?"

"King? Hahahahahahahahahaha king?" The smoker laughed hoarsely as if he had heard some of the funniest jokes in the world: "What kind of king is he? Don't think that after getting the approval of the game, we will all know each other." Listen to him...he is not a king! No!"

Ye Jia followed the other party's words and asked:

"Then what is he?"

The ugly and vicious head in front of him twitched suddenly, it was a subconscious panic and retreat:

"...he's a lunatic!"

——It still remembers how that person appeared at the door of the smoker's lair.

It was a teenager who was only in his teens, with a pale complexion and narrow shoulders, so fragile that he seemed to be swallowed by the rolling black behind him in an instant.

The young man opened a pair of dark eyes, and seemed to be a little out of his mind.

He asked in a low voice:

"...Have you seen my brother? He's gone, and I can't find him anywhere."

An overwhelming vicious ridicule poured out from the cave, it and its own kind laughed wildly, mocking and humiliating the little boy in front of him.

But the young man seemed completely deaf. He was still looking around in a daze and anxiously, as if he was still looking for something that didn't exist.

until--

"Your brother?" A hoarse and soft voice sounded: "I have seen it."

The young man was slightly taken aback, a little flame lit up in his eyes, and he suddenly looked towards the place where the voice came from.

"I've tasted...it's really delicious, his blood and fear are so sweet, I've never tasted such a delicious player," the voice hissed sounded sweet and vicious: "—I really want to taste it again Taste."

Suddenly, for almost no reason, the smoker felt an instinctive shudder welling up from the bottom of his heart.

It doesn't know why it can feel that kind of creepy feeling from this boy, obviously it can only feel it when it encounters a ghost above A level.

In the next second, a trace of scarlet welled up in the depths of the boy's eyes.

The red color rolled rapidly, quickly devouring the dark darkness.

No smoker is aware of what is happening before their eyes.

Even their laughter never stopped.

There was a "cracking" sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The thin boy's figure gradually changed, his limbs stretched and elongated, and his outline became tall and straight,

As his body shape changed, a strong sense of oppression suddenly spread.

The laughter became sparse until finally it died away entirely.

There was only an eerie dead silence left.

The man stood against the light, only the crimson under the eyes was particularly clear under the darkness.

Like a sea of ​​blood all over the sky, filled with the cruel fragrance of flesh and blood.

His voice was soft and hoarse, with a chilling paranoia:

"Ah... that's great..."

The people of the same race beside him looked at the strange existence in front of them vigilantly, as if they were trying to figure out what happened.Only the least courageous of the addicts backed away in horror, subconsciously unfolding his hidden realm.

Before unfolding, it heard the other party's voice coming from a very distant place, it sounded light and ethereal, as if saying something unusual:

"In this case, as long as I eat you, I will take back part of my brother, right?"