After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Cracked ground? Deep, twisted limbs stretching upward.

The surface of the sarcoma? Scarlet and greasy, wriggling wantonly under the dark sky.

No matter how many limbs are cut off and how many attacks are received, they can always grow back quickly.

It seems completely unable to do any harm to her.

The woman hangs high in the air, her pale skin is extraordinarily clear against the black and red background, the loose human skin is deformed by the body beneath it, her distorted face hangs down, and the throat? The voice is gentle and peaceful, growing creepy:

"Why haven't you found out yet?"

Behind her, huge tentacles wrapped in a ton of force, attacking them at a speed that the naked eye could hardly catch?.

The cold light of the sharp blade flashed, and the limbs snapped.

At the crack, more sarcoma creeps out?

"You can't hurt me," said the mother.

Ye Jia tightly grasped the long bone handle of the sickle with one hand, several streams of thin blood meandered down his skin like a red snake, and fell into the palm, blurring the palm lines.

The bone handle was stained red with blood.

His face was ugly and terrifying, so pale that he could melt into the night behind him in an instant? A pair of light-colored eyes stared at his mother floating in mid-air not far away, and the darkness in the bottom of the eyes surged. .

After becoming a human again, it also means that he no longer has a strong recovery ability.

Although Ye Jia's body is much tougher than most human beings, the wound caused by the dissection of the heart still cannot be healed in a short time, which hinders his actions everywhere.

The temperature of the air dropped so badly that Ye Jia could see the white water vapor exhaled from his mouth and nose, which was swallowed by the surrounding air in an instant.

The sound of the beating heart can be heard in the ear, impatient and restless.

The other party did not give them time to think.

Soon, more limbs came?,

Mother's blood-red eyeballs rolled, thinking.

In the blood sacrifice just now, she also suffered a lot of weakening. Although the two direct descendants in front of her were disobedient, they were not very threatening.

What she needs more urgently now is recovery.

Then regroup and make a comeback? But either way, it will take time.

The mother slowly raised her head to look at the sky above her head, and made a low voice from her mouth. Her volume was not loud, but it was extraordinarily penetrating, as if it could cross the barrier of space and spread straight to farther places : "My children..."

An echoing tremor came from the sky in the distance.

Dark clouds came here from all directions, Ye Jia was slightly startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the mutation.

Three for S-level, 34 for A-level, and B-level...

The breath of countless ghosts twisted into a strand, and they were rapidly approaching in this direction.

Soon, Li Gui's green, white and ferocious face appeared in the messy wasteland. Pairs of greedy eyes stared at the two people in front of him, roars and wild laughter gushed out of his throat.

Half of the mother's face was ferocious and collapsed, but the other half still maintained a human appearance. With her scarlet eyes drooping, she smiled and said:

"You guys have fun."

Saying that, outside? The wriggling sarcoma began to slowly shrink inward.

She is leaving!

Ye Jia frowned.

...Is this okay?

If they waited for their mother to fully recover, they would never have such a good opportunity.

It is impossible for her to be fooled in the same way again, and I am afraid that she will really be powerless by then.

Fortunately, the mother's body was too large, and she was injured again, so she couldn't pull the ghost away and disappear.

Ye Jia's fingers tightened slightly, and the blood in his palm dripped into the soil. In the next second, his figure jumped up, and the blade of the sickle drew a white arc in the air.

However, several A-level ghosts greeted him and blocked his way.

The sharp blade shines, and every time one is cut down, more will be filled in. Ye Jia can only watch helplessly as his mother's body climbs slowly across the sky, getting farther and farther away.

He was furious.

"...Hello." Ji Xuan's deep voice sounded from beside his ear.

Ye Jia was startled, and turned to look around.

The sea of ​​blood beside him surged up in an instant, roaring and rolling over, instantly engulfing the screams of the surrounding ghosts and tearing them to shreds.

A scarlet blood curtain rose around the two of them, wrapping them densely in it, vaguely able to see the blurred shadows of the outside world, blocking all those screams and roars, and the ears suddenly became dead silent, It's like entering an absolutely independent world? The same?.

Ye Jia was stunned, his eyes widened slightly.

The light-colored pupils reflected the face of the other party who suddenly approached.

The icy fingers penetrated into the torn clothing, and gently slid along the broken lines of the wound. The irritated pain at the nerve endings mixed with itching spread, burning like a raging fire.

The body temperature of human blood stained his fingers, and the flesh under his palm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From Ye Jia's throat came a muffled hum, light and soft, as if he was panting uncontrollably.

"It's so warm." Ji Xuan said softly.

In the next second, Ye Jia's pupils shrank suddenly.

He seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look aside.

I saw Ji Xuan's other hand. I don't know? When did he hold the blade of the sickle tightly, the blade as thin as light sliced ​​deep into his palm, and dark red blood gushed out along the snow-bright The blade slid down.

The blade greedily sucked the blood in Ji Xuan's palm, like a long-starved beast licking the bones of its prey.

Ye Jia was startled, and subconsciously wanted to retract the blade.

But I don't know? Why, the usual way of retracting seems to have failed, and the blade is still firmly held in the opponent's palm?

"What are you doing?" Ye Jia was in a hurry, he raised his hand and grabbed Ji Xuan's wrist: "Let go."

But Ji Xuan took the opportunity to step forward and hold the other party firmly in his arms.

The blood flowing out of the palm seems to be attracted by some invisible force, and the cobwebs interweave and spread on the white blade, bit by bit, dyeing it into a dazzling scarlet, as if it was condensed by blood. generally.

Ji Xuan's already pale face became thinner, as if it was melting into the air behind him little by little.

Ye Jia stared at the man in front of him, his eyes were burning red, and the deep anger was suppressed in his voice:

"Do you want to die that much?"

He snapped?:

"let go!"

"It'll be fine soon." Ji Xuan whispered in his ear, his palms tightened even more, and the sharp blade rubbed against the metacarpal bone, making a rattling sound.

The young man in his arms seemed to be struggling and attacking with anger, which seemed meaningless to him, and was completely dissolved by his chest and arms.

The blade sucked blood greedily until it was dyed bright crimson.

Ye Jia stood still on the spot, his chest heaved rapidly. Under the fabric cut by the blade, the skin on his chest had become smooth and complete. His pale and slender fingers were holding the bone handle rigidly. The fingertips were blue due to the force, and it almost took external force to break them apart.

Ji Xuan let go of his hand slowly, his bloody fingertips were like feathers, and lightly passed over the back of the opponent's hand:

"Now, you can hurt her."

Ye Jia flicked his fingertips. He turned his head and stared at Ji Xuan with a hoarse voice:

"What did you do?"

If this option had been possible from the beginning, he did not believe that Ji Xuan would stay until now.

Ji Xuan raised his hand as if surrendering.

One hand was stained with Ye Jia's blood, and the other hand had a knife mark that was deep enough to see the bones, and the blood was still dripping down slowly: "Hey, don't? Look at me like this... I Didn't do anything this time."

"...You!" Ye Jia took a step forward and grabbed the opponent's collar tightly.

Ji Xuan laughed softly.

He let the other party grab his collar, lowered his head, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against the other party's forehead:

"Now, I'm putting all my chips on you."

Ji Xuan raised his injured hand, slowly separated the opponent's hand that was holding onto his collar, forcefully inserted his blood-stained fingers into the opponent's finger gap, and interlocked Ye Jia's fingers.

Blood spread in the palms of the two who were close together.

But Ji Xuan gripped it tighter and tighter as if not afraid of the pain, and whispered: "I only have one chance to sacrifice myself."

He stared at Ye Jia, his voice was very soft, with a smile that would be blown away by the wind at the moment of exit:

"You have to be clear, you reached out to hold me this time, so you have no possibility of regretting it anymore."

"Don't? I lost," Ji Xuan's voice was full of laughter, as if whispering on a lover's pillow, but don't? There was a kind of creepy ruthlessness:

"Otherwise, I will let the whole real world you love go? To accompany you."

Ye Jia was taken aback.

He raised his head and looked into the opponent's eyes.

Those scarlet eyes looked back at him without evasion, the paranoia and obsession in the eyes were so strong that they seemed to be able to materialize, and the turbulence seemed to be able to engulf him.

In the next second, the blood curtain around him disappeared the moment Ji Xuan's voice fell.

Outside the bloody curtain, there are a lot of ghosts, each with a hideous face.

The dark clouds above the head are thick and thick, and not far away can see the back of the mother who is slowly leaving.

"Hurry up?" Ji Xuan raised his hand and kissed the back of the other's blood-stained hand, with a leisurely and happy smile on his face.

Ye Jia turned his head and stared at Ji Xuan fixedly: "It's a deal."

Ji Xuan raised his lips: "Okay."

He raised his hand, and a sea of ​​blood surged up, rushing towards all the ghosts standing in front of Ye Jia, clearing a path for him in an instant.

Watching the opponent's figure slowly disappear in front of him.

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand which was stained with Ye Jia's blood, and landed on the palm of his left hand which was badly injured.

The blood stopped.

However, that huge wound still landed in the "palm", the skin was torn apart, like a grinning mouth.

Ji Xuan looked at the wound carefully, watching the blood on both sides mingled together, converging into a viscous blood flow.

The smile on his lips deepened, and he brought his palm to his lips and licked it lightly.

The scarlet tongue rolled up blood, and the rusty taste diffused in the mouth?

You and I are fused together, and no one can separate us.

Not even death?

‧

Mother sorted out her skin little by little.

The collapsed skin and loose bones were pushed back to their original positions, and the twisted pieces of flesh were slowly gathered under the skin. The impact of the blood sacrifice backlash on her just now was unexpected and terrible, and it was almost difficult to maintain the skin that carried her body. ……hateful.

The woman's gradually recovering face was distorted with malice and anger.

Since she can remember?, this is the first time she has suffered such a big loss... She was even forced to leave temporarily, looking for a place to recuperate.

When she fully recovers——

Suddenly, the mother's eyes suddenly widened.

She turned her head slowly and looked behind her?

The young man's pale face? I don't know? When did he approach? His expression was very cold, with an almost indifferent calm, and a pair of light-colored eyes reflected the crimson knife light. With a chilling hostility.

It seems to be a sharp blade pressed to the throat, and in the blink of an eye, one can instinctively feel the deadly chill from the other party.

Mother backed away hastily.

"呲——" the sound of sharp blades piercing through the air sounded, and only a "crack" sound was heard. The huge wriggling sarcoma in the air was suddenly cut into two pieces, and the entire limb faded away at the moment it was cut. The color of blood, which became dry and loose charcoal gray, was annihilated in the "strong wind" in the next moment.

... what? !

The mother's pupils suddenly constricted.

She gathered her limbs, quickly moved away from Ye Jia's attack range, and looked at the young man not far away in surprise.

You actually, got hurt? !

How is it possible?

All the gifts from the mother are poisonous seeds - which can give terrible power, but also bring invisible shackles.

No heir can hurt her...unless...

Mother's expression turned ugly?

under the ground?

The ghosts were surprised to find that the fierce and ferocious sea of ​​blood unknowingly became thinner and disappeared in the air little by little, and the deterrent force just now disappeared quickly.

Some ghosts broke free and flew towards Ye Jia's direction, but before they left far, they were pulled back abruptly.

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes: "I'm here?"

With force under his palm, Li Gui's figure was instantly torn apart.

The residual blood of the severed limb splashed, fell on the man's pale cheek, and trickled down slowly? His voice was cold and slow, with a hint of careless cruelty:

"Where do you still want to go?"

On the ground, the dark ghosts looked at each other, roared and rushed towards Ji Xuan who was alone.

The man's slender figure was like a gust of unpredictable wind, shuttling through the crowd of ghosts, bringing up splashes of blood wherever he went, but the wave of blood never rose again.

Another two A-level ghosts were torn apart.

Behind the corpse, a S-rank ghost that had been hiding for a long time came out cunningly, and the bloody sword that shot out from the eyeballs flew away with great force, piercing Ji Xuan's shoulder.

Ji Xuan didn't make a sound, but his figure paused for a few seconds.

"Hahahahaha!!!" The S-level ghost laughed arrogantly and recklessly: "Ji Xuan... the legendary ghost king, mother's favorite descendant, you have today!!"

It felt that it had seen through the opponent's weakness and posturing, so it finally gave up its usual caution and retreat, and attacked Ji Xuan recklessly.

"Thorn-"

The violently destroyed stumps, wrapped in internal organs and blood, fell to the ground with a clatter.

Behind the mutilated body, a tall man stands like a god of death climbing up from hell in a sea of ​​blood. A pair of scarlet blood pupils are narrowed slightly, and the thin and narrow pupils are like cold-blooded animals. Brings a terrible sense of coercion when sweeping:

"continue."

The ghosts who were waiting around were frightened and forgot to come forward for a moment.

Until one of them? A ghost hissed viciously and whispered: "...Hey, look, look at the wounds on his body, don't be scared, we are about to win."

At this time, those fierce ghosts noticed that the clothes on Ji Xuan's body had already been soaked with fresh blood from unknown where? Under the broken skirts, the skin covered with fine wounds could be vaguely seen.

The raging fighting intent ignited in the eyes of many ghosts.

Yes, indeed.

The former ghost king would not be approached by ordinary ghosts, let alone be left with any wounds.

This time, they had the upper hand.

"Very good," Ji Xuan chuckled, and slowly wiped off the bloodstains on his face: "That's the kind of spirit you want."

He narrowed his scarlet pupils slightly, and said lightly?:

"Then why don't you come? Give it a try."

Let's see who can kill the current ghost king with his own hands.

During the fight, Ji Xuan raised his eyes and cast a glance towards the sky. Not far away, where the clouds and tumors intertwined, he could barely see the small figure standing in front of the huge monster with naked eyes.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly.

This time, the real battlefield is above?, not here?.

‧

The clang of the blade reverberated in the dark clouds, and the ugly and huge limbs turned into dry powder pillars at the moment they were scratched. All vitality was taken away, and they became flying dust, completely blending into the Into the rolling clouds behind?

Ye Jia's eyes were shining with a cold light, like a raging dark fire burning in the depths of a deep abyss.

The crimson blade brought splashed blood, and the sharp sound of piercing the air threw off the blood drops, which landed on his side face, giving off a deadly and terrifying beauty.

The weapon in his hand was buzzing, devouring the opponent's strength, and he could feel himself becoming stronger at an extremely fast speed.

In addition, whether it is the flexibility of limbs and joints, the strength that can be displayed, or the proficiency and refinement of skills, they are all at their peak level.

All the skills learned from the game, whether it is ferocious attacks or ruthless tactics, have all been thoroughly used.

The mother's avoidance gradually became embarrassing.

The growth of her body couldn't keep up with the speed of being destroyed, and she could feel that every attack by Ye Jia was closer to her body, closer——

Mother gritted her teeth.

She exposed one of her arms, took advantage of the gap created by the opponent's attack, and used the remaining limbs to attack the young man's back violently. The sarcoid squirmed, mercilessly tore at the opponent, and opened her mouth greedily— —

"boom--"

Mother's extremity slammed into the rising blood curtain.

The familiar blood wave enveloped his back, like a strong shield, protecting him airtight.

Ye Jia's expression was blank for a moment.

Because he knows very well... this is what he released himself.

It was just an instinct to fight.

The mother's scarlet eyeballs turned slightly, and her eyes fell on Ye Jia's face. She greedily inspected the unexpected look on the other side's face, her lips curled up, and she smiled and said, "Oh... so it's like this. "

She admired Ye Jia's expression: "It seems? You don't know? Well."

With thin white fingers on her lips, the mother's expression was very happy, but her voice was still loving and gentle: "All gifts have a price, but now it seems..."

"You are the one who accepted the gift."

She held up a second finger: "The other paid the price."

The mother leaned down, the scarlet pupils reflected the other's shaken face, and the voice could not conceal the sinister: "So, which role are you playing?"

Ye Jia's fingers tightened, and the phalanges rubbed against each other, making a rattling sound.

"You want to save him, don't you?" Mother stretched out her hand to him, smiled and said: "Then come back to me, I promise, as long as—"

Her voice has not yet fallen.

The crimson blade slid across at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, silently and swiftly, like a gentle wind passing by, silently kissing.

Mother stared blankly.

On the snow-white wrist, a thin bloodstain emerged? In the next second, the slender palm fell off, exposing the squirming limbs under the skin.

Blood gushes out, and the viscous scarlet liquid suddenly splashes, staining the cloudy sky behind it red.

There was a sharp and painful scream from her throat, and her expression suddenly became ferocious. There was a frightening viciousness and ugliness, and a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at her face. The young man?, roared: "How dare you... How dare you! Really hurt me!"

The hand that was cut off at the wrist fell slowly, and turned into fly ash in mid-air.

Ye Jia carried the bone handle of the sickle on his shoulder, and stared at the other party without avoiding it, with a deep and cold expression, showing a rock-like calmness and willpower that cannot be shaken:

"I accepted a bet."

He raised his hand, pointing the crimson tip of the scythe at him:

"Plus, I trust him."

Ji Xuan.

That ghost with deep obsessions will always obey its own heart and desires.

His greed and thirst know no bounds, and short-term gratification only adds to a deeper lust.

Ye Jia used all methods and spent several years. Whether it was hiding, swearing, fighting, or even dying himself, he did not break the opponent's hand that was tightly holding him.

The other party's paranoid and crazy scarlet eyes like a ghost flashed in front of his eyes.

A ghost who tastes the satisfaction of desire is like being caught by an addiction that cannot be quit.

After losing and recovering, it is simply impossible to let the other party take the initiative to let go.

sacrifice?Already? Not an option.

Ye Jia stared at the distorted face of his mother in front of him, and slowly raised his lips, revealing a shallow smile:

"It seems? Destroying your skin is also a way."

His eyes reflected the sharpness of the knife, his expression was cold and distant, with a terrible sense of oppression and almost arrogant self-confidence, his voice was calm but calm, as if making a decision on fate:

"I won't lose."