After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Chapter 9

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After an anxious and long wait, rescue finally arrived.

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

The higher the level of the combat department, the stronger the ability and the smaller the number of people. Since the M city is not very large, the most senior combat department team is only D-level.

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

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

Liu Zhaocheng didn't care about wiping the sweat on his bald head, so he began to share information like a barrage of cannons:

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

Lin Cheng looked in the direction Liu Zhaocheng pointed.

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

A layer of thick and dirty black-gray mist shrouded the teaching building. In the night, the blurred outline became more and more chaotic and ambiguous, like a terrifying beast lurking in the dark night, silently opening its bloody mouth, hungry. Roll and roll waiting to kill and eat.

Lin Cheng calmed down, lowered his head, and turned over the reading analysis handed over by Liu Zhaocheng.

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

The instruments had no way of telling what kind of enemy they were facing, and could only present the frighteningly high readings as they were.

Even if he didn't need a close-up observation, 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 boss to see if he can deploy an A-level team to solve the problem. You are responsible for blocking the surrounding area of the school, and contact the relevant departments to see if you can..."

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

"What about my people?"

Lin Cheng's expression was somber:

"... The chances of survival are too small. Even those members of the combat department need a wealth of combat experience and strong luck to escape alive, but if they are ordinary people in the logistics department... "

He sighed and shook his head:

"I'm afraid the immortals can't save them even if they come."

·

Inside the school building.

The logistical member who couldn't be saved by the immortals was standing alone in the small space. The floor had turned into a thick black and sticky semi-gel, and more dark and foul-smelling liquids poured out from the cracks in the walls, the ceiling, and the sink. , gurgling bubbling.

The ubiquitous goo coalesced into giant tentacles that attacked him from all directions.

The offensive was fierce and frantic, giving no chance to breathe at all.

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

"What did you mean just now?"

The water-like blade slid silently through the air, accurately blocking every attack from the opponent.

Ye Jia persevered and asked: "What is it, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't come at all? Who is he?"

Repeated hits made the sucker more and more manic, and it hissed angrily:

"I'm going to peel your skin off bit by bit, tear your flesh off, and I'm going to keep you alive watching how I crush your bones, take out your guts, drink your blood, and rip your soul out to pieces!"

The thick, 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.

… It’s impossible to communicate at all!

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

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

It was a terrifying hand, with eerily long fingers, bony, and only a layer of asphalt-like gelatinous skin covering the skeleton, damp and sticky, like the limbs of a dead man soaked in water.

The ugly hand clasped Ye Jia's wrist tightly, and the place where it touched made a sizzling sound, and a layer of coke-like darkness instantly soaked into the skin texture.

Hoarse and frantic laughter sounded in the narrow public toilet:

"Hahahahahaha... I didn't expect the once famous ACE to fall into my hands!"

The drinker's mark is branded on the soul.

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

The sucker wraps around like a gangrene, feeding on the negative emotions of the marked person, consuming it bit by bit.

This is also the origin of its name.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!" The addict's voice was pleasant 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! he… "

The next second, its voice suddenly choked.

"This this… "

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

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

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

Ye Jia grabbed the little black hand on his shoulder with a smile, squeezed it heavily, it let out a screeching screech, and shrank back again.

The addict suddenly realizes the danger he faces.

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

The severed hand of the dead lost its fixed shape in the next second, and immediately melted into a cloud of pitch-black mucus.

The mucus dripped onto the fair and clean skin of the young man, and then slowly penetrated into it, like a drop of water falling into the sea, and disappeared 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 will taste a little more strange, like old books covered in dust, or a towel wet on a cloudy day," he raised his eyes to the direction in front of him. The dark slime that shrank back: "And your smell..."

Ye Jia frowned:

"Like a rotting slug."

Little Black Hand: "..."

shit.

It suddenly recalled the situation that day-at that time, it tried to devour the vitality of the other party, but it came into contact with the quagmire formed by the condensed ghosts.

Unable to escape, he could only be pulled into the vortex, and he watched helplessly as the ghost energy entangled in his body was devoured by the other party little by little.

It didn't understand what was going on at the time, but now... it seems like it all makes sense.

The little black hand trembled on Ye Jia's shoulder, burst into tears in his heart, and screamed wildly—

Help, ah, ah, this man eats ghosts! ! ! ! ! !

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

However, before it could escape, a sharp blade shone with silver light precisely in front of its body. The crescent-like blade was as cold as a streamer, as if it could cut through everything.

Not all players can have their own weapons.

Their weapons are often redeemed from the game with high points and have an expiration date.

ACE is the only exception.

No one knows where his mysterious sickle that can destroy gold and jade came from. Some people speculate that it is a reward for some kind of hidden mission, and some people think it is a bug in the game system. Once jealous players organized an ambush to try to rob him. Weapons and Points.

No one knows what happened that day.

All they could see was that in the standings, ACE's points increased tenfold overnight, and those who ambushed him never showed up again.

And now, after getting in close contact with this mysterious sickle, the smoker realizes in horror—

It's not a weapon, but more like... some kind of extremely cold, pure, and terrifying manifestation of ghost energy, an extension of the opponent's soul.

"Don't be in such a hurry."

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

The smoker felt a pang of panic.

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

It has a rotten and swollen head and a combination of eight pitch-black tentacles. The end of each tentacle is a dead hand, green and white, wet and greasy, and the palm is dark. The foul-smelling mucus drips from its body and emits a sizzling sound.

After realizing that he couldn't escape, the smoker no longer struggled, but twisted the head towards Ye Jia and let out a weird laugh:

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

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

"King? Hahahahahahahaha king?" As if he heard the funniest joke in the world, the addict laughed hoarsely: "What kind of king is he? Don't think we'll all get the game's approval. Listen to him... he's 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 the appearance of that person when he appeared at the door of the sucker's lair.

It was a teenager who was only ten years old. His face was pale and his shoulders were narrow. His fragility seemed to be swallowed up by the thick black rolling behind him in an instant.

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

He asked in a low voice:

"…Did you see my brother? He's gone, I can't find him anywhere."

Overwhelming vicious laughter poured out of the cave, and it and its own clan laughed wildly, mocking and humiliating the little boy in front of him.

The young man seemed to be completely inaudible. He still looked around in a dazed and anxious manner, 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 startled, a little fire lit up in his eyes, and he looked at the place where the voice came from.

"I've tasted... it's really delicious, how sweet is his blood and fear, I've never tasted such a delicious player," hissing voice sounded sweet and vicious: "-I really want to try it again. ."

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

It doesn't know why it feels that creepy feeling from this young man, obviously it can only feel it when it encounters a Specter of Grade A or above.

The next second, I saw a trace of scarlet rushing up deep in the boy's eyes.

The red color tumbled quickly, quickly swallowing the dark darkness.

No addict is aware of what is happening in front of his eyes.

Even their laughter never stopped.

"Giggle" bone friction sounded.

The stature of the skinny boy gradually changed, the limbs stretched and elongated, and the outline became tall, straight and tall.

With the change in his body shape, a strong sense of oppression spread immediately.

The laughter became sparse, until at last it completely disappeared.

There was only an eerie silence left.

The man stood against the light, only the redness in his eyes was particularly clear under the shroud of darkness.

Like a sea of blood in the sky, filled with the fragrance of cruel flesh and blood.

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

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

The fellow clan beside him looked vigilantly at the unusually unfamiliar existence in front of him, as if to speculate on what happened. Only the least timid smoker stepped back in horror, subconsciously unfolding his own hidden realm.

Before unfolding, it heard the other party's voice coming from a very distant place.

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