Chapter 15

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date="2021-08-29"

title="Chapter 15"

weight="133911"

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

mode = "manual"

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same evening.

The old residential buildings stand in the deep night.

Obviously, it is exactly the same building as during the day, but it is covered with a layer of cold and terrible meaning under the cover of night.

The youth stopped in front of the building.

He looked up at the old building in front of him.

The deep darkness drowned everything, and the boundary of the building became blurred. In the dead silence, the thin and inaudible nonsense was stirring, as if something was waking up.

None of the lights in the residential building were on.

The dark window looked down quietly, like an empty eye socket.

The air was cold, wet and sticky, with a faint smell of putrefaction.

——Even if the day is not fully convinced, there is no suspense now.

Yejia took back his sight and sighed gently.

This is a very evil dead spirit. Its favorite food is the soul tortured by regret. It can drive the dead, create illusions, and let the human beings it targets slowly ferment and cultivate their favorite flavor. Only after they are tortured can they eat it.

The little black hand held his shoulder and leaned out his head. It trembled and asked secretly:

"This, the taste of Yin Qi in this is too heavy. How many people did this one eat?"

not a few.

Yezei narrowed his eyes.

But he was not going to answer the question of the little black hand.

He raised his hand expressionless, pulled the little black hand off his shoulder, tied a knot, and then stuffed the struggling little black hand into his pocket mercilessly.

Yezei sneered: "the ghost who fights the landlord and recharges other people's deposits is not worthy to speak."

Little black hand: "

Hum.

After successfully silencing it, Yejia walked towards the door of the building.

The lights in the corridor came on.

The dark yellow light flickered slightly, which could not dispel the thick and viscous darkness. The empty corridor was full of sundries, but there was no vitality, and the sound of heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Yezei went straight to the house of the old man who peeped out this afternoon.

When he reached the door, his pace stopped slightly.

The door is open.

Different from the locked doors of Wang Shize's family this afternoon, the door was half closed, revealing a dark gap half a person wide.

Yezei paused and pushed the door open.

The hinges of the door creaked in the silent night, and then slid slowly inward.

In the dark room, there was a rotten smell unique to the old man. The sundries in the room piled up, which almost filled the narrow space and couldn't find a place to stay.

In the corner of the room stood an armchair on which sat a dark figure.

Yegah turned on the light.

The light shed on the old man sitting in the armchair.

His ravine face showed a dark dead gray, and his big dirty eyes looked straight at the void, as if they were sending a silent question to the sky.

Even if there was no need to check, Yejia knew that the man was dead.

He looked down and saw a crumpled paper under the old tree skin like palm of the old man.

Yezei screwed up his eyebrows, crossed the sundries on the ground and walked towards the room.

He took the paper out of the old man's cold hands, spread it flat, and carefully identified the handwriting under the light.

The old man's handwriting is messy and crooked. Later, it becomes more and more scrawly and even indistinguishable:

"... there have been many strange things in my family recently. Juncheng said I'm old and confused, but I know that you came back. You left so early for so many years and didn't want to come back to see me once. I'm useless. I haven't saved enough money for you to see a doctor for most of my life

When you first left, I wanted to wait every day. I didn't wait for you to come back to see me and talk to me

... now I can hear your voice when I close my eyes and see your shadow when I open my eyes. It's impossible not to be afraid, but... At least it's better than my old man alone.

It's good that you're willing to take me away, but I'm down-to-earth... At least you don't blame me so much that you don't want to see me... "

The handwriting on the back was blotted out by the water and could not be recognized clearly.

Yezei lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes printed a deep shadow, blocking the mood under his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's green and white hand suddenly moved!

Holding Ye Jia's wrist like a cold iron hoop, he stared, gasped in his mouth, and his bloodshot eyes became ferocious:

"It's you! It's you! "

"If you had come earlier... If you had come earlier..." his thin fingers clenched tightly, and the bones rubbed and clucked: "I wouldn't have died..."

"Yes." A voice sounded from behind yegah.

The familiar voice instantly recalled a series of pictures buried in the depths of memory, like the mud rolled up in the river, with a rotten smell.

Ye Jiawei was stunned.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A bloody man stood behind him, with a ferocious hole in his chest and abdomen, slowly flowing black blood.

Yejia recognized this face.

This is his teammate in his first copy - and the first person to die in front of him.

Although it was a long time ago, Yejia still remembered that scene.

The monster's ugly mouthpiece will pass through the man's chest. It's as easy as stabbing a piece of tofu with his fingers. The man's pale face is directly facing him. His face is mixed with fear, pain, despair and confusion. He struggles and sends out a broken syllable: "save..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's body was lifted by his mouth and chewed down.

At that time, Yezei stood still, his face stained with blood splashed, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the terrible image just remained on his retina.

——It was at that moment that he finally realized how cruel the game was.

Either win or die.

The man looked at Yejia with hatred:

"We die because of you."

The dark yellow light on his head fell on the young man's hair and eyelashes, as if he had been plated with a layer of gold powder. His face was as pale and calm as ever, and his expression was so light that it could hardly be captured.

"... No."

A woman's voice sounded.

The next second, beside the man, a thin figure slowly emerged.

That is a very beautiful woman.

Long curly hair, oval face, gentle and quiet expression, always with a touch of sadness between the eyebrows.

There was a huge and smooth wound across her chest, as if she had been pierced by some extremely sharp weapon. The rich dark red blood wet her clothes: "I didn't die because of you."

Her face became twisted and ferocious:

"I was killed by you!"

The encirclement and suppression.

Dozens of players ambushed ace.

Not only for his points, but also for the weapon that is said to be given to complete the hidden task of the game - there must be a brave man under heavy profits.

However, they are not completely unprepared.

They have insiders around ace.

A paid teammate.

She told them when and where ace would pass, what props he had, and what his weaknesses were

Finally, she and dozens of players, with silent eyes open, fell forever on the dark beach.

The blood dyed the ground red and soaked the soil, and the blood mist in the air could not be dispersed for several days.

Among the broken limbs, the young man stood silent, and the blood trickled down between his fingers clutching the sickle handle. He looked up at the scene like hell on earth, then turned around, pulled on his hood and disappeared into the night.

Since that day, no one has heard of ACE looking for any teammates.

One by one.

More figures emerged from the virtual space, with pale faces, sad death and hate eyes, locking the young man standing in the middle of the room.

A former companion.

A former enemy.

Because of him.

Killed by him.

Yezei looked around at the strange and familiar faces, as if reviewing his past.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, and the long eyelashes added a little pale and fragile to him.

Countless souls pressed step by step, and their faces became more and more ferocious. An almost eager greed overflowed from their eyes, and a pair of hands stretched out to the young man standing in the middle of the room——

Suddenly, a light sigh sounded.

The sigh was like a pause, falling heavily to the ground, making the whole room suddenly quiet for a moment.

Yezei raised his light eyes and looked steadily at a point on the wall in the distance, like a morning mist, with a calm smile at the bottom of his eyes:

"So, that's all?"

He raised his hand and a cold flash across his fingertips.

The fingers that rapped on his wrist like iron hoops floated like dust.

Yezei gently moved his wrist, and a little light red appeared between his pale wrists, which was quickly covered by his cuffs.

He took a step forward, and a sharp and cold breath burst out, sweeping all the figures in front of him.

The room finally became much cleaner.

"Ah ah --"

After a scream, a grinning face appeared on the wall. Those dark eyes stared at Yejia, and the resentment in them could hardly be covered up.

The next second, it sank back and disappeared.

Yezei raised his eyebrows: "do you want to run?"

He stepped out of the room and chased in the direction of Yin fluctuation——

However, before running a few steps, Yejia's steps stopped suddenly.

In front of me was a narrow corridor. The lights were dim and flickering. Under the flickering lights, a small figure stood.

The little boy stood there in silence. On his pale face, a pair of dark and deep eyes looked at Yejia. His slender body seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"Brother."