Chapter 4

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date="2021-08-29"

title="Chapter 4"

weight="133867"

series = ["After an Infinite Flow Player Retires"]

mode = "manual"

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"Creak -"

The bus tilted to one side, and the body made a harsh sound of metal parts rubbing, as if it could cut the eardrum.

The slender fingers like withered branches slowly grasped the door, followed by disproportionate slender arms and thighs. The thin man folded his spider like limbs into the narrow door.

The temperature in the carriage immediately fell down, and the dark Qi penetrated the muscles and bones.

Yezei narrowed his eyes.

This is a kind of hungry ghost, which mutates in the rich resentment nourishment in the game.

They are cruel, greedy and insatiable. They like to torture their prey. They will eat each other when they are desperate and afraid. What's worse, their skin is extremely hard, invulnerable and almost has no weakness.

And he happens to know this one.

It is a copy of the boss Yezei met shortly after he entered the game.

Although it was only level B, Yejia was inexperienced at that time. He suffered a loss on it and barely saved his life.

However, Yezei was not very worried that the other party recognized his face.

In the game, players don't enter the copy with the real face of the real world - now, I have to say that Yejia is very glad to have this provision in the game, otherwise he may be able to see the spectacular scene of the growing team in front of all kinds of fierce ghosts.

However, the breath is difficult to hide and change.

——Especially for hungry ghosts who are extremely sensitive to smell and taste.

So Yejia was really not sure whether he would be recognized by the other party.

One of Cheng CE was stunned.

Suddenly, all the details that had just been ignored rushed into his vision:

The excessively dead carriage, motionless passengers, and the misty, dark window.

Cheng CE's eyes widened and he took a breath.

At that moment, 800 sentences whizzed through his mind.

... shit, two days in a row, once a day.

This, what the fuck is this luck?!

Cheng CE's legs are soft.

But after all, he also had an experience, so he succeeded in stabilizing this time and didn't faint.

The content of the training course comes back to mind.

Cheng CE Zhi lowered his voice and said shivering to the man standing behind him: "Ye, brother ye, don't, don't worry, I, I started the emergency call device. The War Department will soon come to save us. Just hold on for a few minutes..."

Most ordinary people who work in the supernatural authority and have no ability are more likely to attract ghosts than civilians because they often deal with unnatural supernatural phenomena. However, they do not have enough self-protection ability, so they are often equipped with emergency call devices.

When activated when life is threatened, the device can send their final coordinates to the communicator of nearby combat personnel.

As an ordinary person, Yejia also has one, but he has never used it.

After hearing Cheng cezhi's words, Yezei withdrew his hand without trace.

Unfortunately, if he hadn't been distracted for a few seconds, he wouldn't have missed the best time to knock people unconscious.

The little black hand squatting on Yejia's shoulder slowly reduced his body shape and moved a little under his collar, trying to hide his existence.

There seems to be something stirring and struggling under the hungry ghost's pale face. There is no mouth, but the voice comes from all directions:

"You shouldn't be here."

There was a hissing sound in his voice, like a cold-blooded reptile, with a creepy meaning.

Cheng CE suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He supported the back of the bus seat on one side with his hand and managed to keep his soft legs like noodles from sliding down. He summoned up his courage and stammered:

"Yes, I'm sorry... I, we can get off right away..."

"It doesn't matter," the other party laughed strangely, and the twisted slender limbs creaked. "I don't mind having some snacks on the way."

Cheng cezhi: "

This topic can't go on!

The man with slender limbs like a spider stepped forward, his half bowed body stretched out in an instant, occupying the space in the front of the bus, and his withered arm leaned forward:

"How fragrant..."

He hissed.

Although there were no facial features on his face, Cheng cezhi could clearly perceive that the other party's eyes moved away from himself and slowly moved behind him.

Then he stopped very obviously, and even his forward pace stopped in the middle.

"HMM... the smell on you..." the protrusion under your face rolled more and more violently, as if it caught a familiar smell, becoming more and more ferocious.

It thought, "OK..."

"Thank you." Yezei broke his face without interruption: "it's men's perfume."

Man: "

Cheng cezhi: "

Yejia: "I can give you the store address if you like."

The air stood still for an instant.

After hearing Ye Jia's answer, Cheng CE couldn't help but feel dark and nearly fainted.

Fierce ghosts' reason is often distorted and eroded by strong resentment. Even if they do nothing, they may provoke each other

Not to mention this almost provocative tone!

His heart sank to death.

It's over. Now his life must be broken here.

Not surprisingly, after a long few seconds, the hungry ghost's throat let out an angry roar. Then, the thin and slender limbs like a shadow moved and attacked them in an almost twisted posture——

Ye Jia's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He pulled Cheng cezhi's collar back and avoided the other party's blow.

Cheng CE's eyes turned white when he was strangled, and he stumbled backward.

"What about the protection device issued by the bureau?" Yezei leaned close to each other's ears and quickly whispered, "right now, activate!"

Cheng cezhi put his hand into his pocket and groped hard.

The next second, just listen to the sound of "bang", an invisible gas field suddenly bounced away, wrapping the two people like a hamster ball. The space in the bus is narrow, and instantly squeezed the man's thin limbs to the edge of the wall.

It was completely angered.

From the chest slowly cracked a big hole, as if it were a huge mouth, which was like a circle of sharp teeth like a shark.

It gnawed and tore, and the sphere creaked under heavy load.

Then, just listen to the "Chi", the door closes slowly, the engine starts, and the body vibrates slightly.

The bus continued slowly towards the depths of fog and darkness.

That's not a good thing.

Yejia quickly glanced out of the window.

——Support hasn't come yet.

In that case, we can't wait any longer.

The stronger the ability to create ghosts, the larger the area covered by ghosts. Here, the concepts of time and space are different from the outside world. If you wait any longer, it will be more difficult to explain after the matter is over.

"Click -"

Under the fierce attack of the other party, the sphere was overwhelmed and cracked, as if it was about to break.

At that moment, Yejia raised his hand and grabbed the little black hand on his collar. Without hesitation, he threw it at the thin man lying on the sphere.

The little black hand screamed, "ah --!"

The other party's action has a momentary stagnation.

Just then, Yejia seized the opportunity and cut Cheng cezhi's back neck with a knife.

Cheng CE fell in response.

"Ah ah --!" The little black hand was soft and pasted on the face of the tall and thin man, and the scream was even more miserable.

The man was irritated.

His body stretched and lengthened suddenly, and his slender limbs covered most of the whole carriage in an instant. The blood in his belly opened wider, almost tearing the dry upper body, and then biting the protective ball that was in the way in front of him——

"Bang!"

The protective ball explodes into broken crystals, floats briefly in the air, and then disappears like a light spot.

Right now.

In the dark forest cold carriage, the slender body of the young man was like a dark light and dust, and rushed towards the body of the evil ghost——

An excited grin came from the big serrated mouth, waiting for the food to be delivered to the door.

There is no need to cover up.

Another extremely aggressive ghost gas exploded in the carriage, and the familiar breath made the fierce ghost wake up for a moment from the chaotic rage.

Its body suddenly froze.

As if the dusty memory had been awakened and suddenly appeared in front of it..

Wait... This

Taking advantage of the moment when the hungry ghost was stunned, the young man smiled, and then without hesitation put his hand into its big open mouth.

——Indeed, the props in the game can't penetrate the hungry ghost's very hard skin, but they are not without weaknesses. The sharp toothed big mouth is not only their most powerful weapon, but also their only weakness.

When they prey after being provoked, they will open their mouths to the maximum.

This is also their weakest moment.

Yezei looked at his pale face less than inches away from him, and the smile on his lips deepened. He greeted it friendly and said:

"Long time no see."

The next second, the shadow condensed in his palm.

"Stabbing -" a huge sickle penetrated each other's belly and tore its body directly from the inside.

"Ouch!!!" The thin ghost screamed in pain, and its slender limbs swayed and danced like dead branches in the wind. The vigorous ghost gas almost tore the bus to pieces, but its body color was fading rapidly, as if it was being absorbed from the inside.

Ye Jia's wrist turned, and the huge sickle instantly cut the fierce ghost's body in half. The snow-white blade cut the air, and Sen Han's knife cut across the wall of the bus——

As if faded, the clean and tidy appearance in the bus gradually dissipated like a reflection in the water, revealing the decadent wall corroded by years.

This is an empty old bus. It seems that it has been eliminated for a long time. It is broken and seems to fall apart at any time.

The fog outside the window is dissipating.

"-- and farewell."

Yezei looked down at the lingering ghost lying on the ground and calmly added.

The back of his hand was scratched by the other party's sharp teeth, blood dripping down his fingertips, and the sickle in the palm has disappeared without leaving a trace.

Half of the body of the hungry ghost was completely transparent, and the strong black ghost gas quickly lost from its wound.

It was still screaming and yelling, but the weakness in its voice could not be concealed.

In a panic, the little black hand quickly retracted Yejia's shoulder, held his collar tightly, and screamed:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"What are you flustered about?" Yejia glanced at it. He was puzzled. "Its mouth is not on his face."

Little black hand: "

Grass.

... irrefutable.

The escaping ghost gas slowly surged in all corners of the bus and rushed to Yejia against the ground.

As if there were some terrible existence, quietly lurking in the seemingly slender body of the young man in front of him, hungry and greedy sucking and swallowing all the energy around him, quickly transforming the ghost gas overflowing in the air into his blood vessels, becoming his bone and blood, and becoming a part of his body.

On the back of the white hand, the bright red wound healed with the naked eye, leaving only a light pink trace.

At that moment, the little black hand suddenly froze.

It seemed to feel something and instinctively turned to the young man who was holding his collar.

The cold, wet and cool fog slowly dispersed, and the dazzling noon sun shone down through the window glass.

The outline of the young man's side face is pale and clean, and the fine fluff on his cheeks can be clearly seen in the sun. His eyelashes are drooping, his expression is calm, and there is a kind of gentle and quiet enough to confuse people. His body shape and even breath are no different from ordinary human beings.

The little black hand looked at Yejia in some doubt.

Was that its illusion?

Why does it feel that... The smell of human body suddenly became a little

Horror?

The bus has now been completely restored. Although it only ran in the fog for a few minutes, the urban streets outside the window have disappeared, leaving only a wilderness.

Yejia looked at the hungry ghost on the ground, and his expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The little black hand's attention was diverted. He grabbed Ye Jia's collar and looked at the ground along his line of sight: "did you find any clues?"

Yezei sighed faintly, "do you know? The salary of the combat section is six times that of the logistics department. "

Little black hand: "

Yejia: "and the welfare is better."

Little black hand: "......"

Yejia: "I'm working in the combat section with the salary of the logistics department. I'm so tired."

Little black hand: "......"

Yejia: "I want to take a vacation."

The little black hand fell into a long silence.

——So it was an illusion just now.

At this time, it was about to disappear. The hungry ghost who was already confused seemed to be stimulated by his words. He suddenly struggled. His pale face was raised straight to Yejia, and hissed in his throat: "ace... It's really you... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, do you think you can worry about everything after you leave the game? Your name on the hate list will not disappear until you are scared... Hey, hey, hey... "

Ye Jia's eyes are slightly dark.

Hate list?

Is what the little black hand said about this true?

"Wang will come to you..." the hungry ghost laughed bitterly: "no one can retreat after doing something like that..."

Yezei: "??"

wait?

Do what?

But before he could ask anything, the hungry ghost disappeared as soon as the voice fell.

Yezei took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand to pull off the little black hand on his shoulder and shook it:

"What did I do? You know what it says? "

The little black hand replied hesitantly, "I... I don't know..."

Yezei shook harder.

"Wait, wait!" The little black hand was dizzy and shouted, "OK! ok I just heard... "

Yejia asked, "what did you hear?"

The little black hand stammered: "it's like... You abandoned Wang... What... And so on..."

Yezei: "............"

Wait, what?

A turbulent sea of blood.

The dark land slowly seeps blood outward and gathers into the silent surging blood Hanoi. The broken limbs and bones are stacked. Mori white and scarlet are mixed in everything to build a country of death with rich blood.

This is an area.

No one can know how strong its master will be if it can build a huge unimaginable field.

In the center of the field, in a huge throne made of white bones, a man sat on it with his eyes closed.

His eyelashes moved.

As if aware of something, the man slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were deep dark red, like a sea of condensed viscous blood, surging and fluctuating slowly in the silent darkness.

He looked in a certain direction, his pupils narrowed, like a cold-blooded predator who finally caught his prey, and a fleeting cold smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Finally.

The next second, the breeze of blood gas floating swept by, and the countless corpses made a clucking friction sound.

On the white bone throne, the man's figure faded slowly and finally disappeared.