Chapter 17

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date="2021-08-29"

title="Chapter 17"

weight="133919"

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

mode = "manual"

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In a dark, messy, narrow room.

The old man began to give off a rotten smell, attached to his ugly and swollen face.

It sucks the remaining nutrients from the body. Its face, which was only the size of a fingernail, is now the size of an adult's palm.

It seems to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, the temperature in the air began to drop without warning.

As if the wind had blown clouds to cover the sun, the light of the whole room suddenly darkened.

The deep, half bright darkness spread in the corridor and swallowed up the sunlight bit by bit, just like an expanded shadow enveloping the whole residential building.

The face stopped smoking, its dark eyes without white eyes moved slightly, and stared at the direction of the corridor.

A shudder came.

It can feel that some extraordinarily powerful existence has come.

The huge power like an abyss almost distorts the space around us. The thick and dignified sense of oppression makes almost every low-level fierce ghost feel fear and fear from the bottom of his heart.

There was an indescribable shock on that face.

It didn't expect that this time... It was Wang himself.

"Da."

"Da."

"Da."

The rhythmic footsteps came from far and near, echoed in the empty corridor, each time made the face shrink, its expression switched between greed and fear, and a pair of eyes stared at the direction of the sound.

The closer the footsteps, the darker the surrounding light.

When the footsteps stopped at the door, almost the whole room was shrouded in a suffocating absolute shadow.

The door was pushed open.

The expression on that face became slightly distorted under the conflict of various strong emotions. The dark eyes protruded, and the mouth with a strange smile shouted excitedly: "Wang! King! Here you are! That's right... That's right, I met ace, and I'm willing to provide you with all his clues... "

Da.

The man walked slowly into the room, and the soles of his shoes made a regular sound on the floor.

When he finally saw the man's face clearly, his expression suddenly froze, and his freeze frame expression looked funny and strange.

This... This

The man in front of him was tall, his eyes drooped slightly, and looked down from above.

His facial features are very deep. Under the high brow bone, there are a pair of dark red pupils. They appear more and more strange and treacherous in the night. Even if his face is expressionless, he also has a cold blood gas.

But... That's not what it noticed.

To its horror, the facial features of the man in front of him were five or six points similar to the little boy it had previously imagined.

Well, what's going on?

The man's eyes fell on the face attached to the body, and the invisible sense of oppression immediately pressed down.

The feeling that it could be penetrated by the shining blade made it freeze in place, as if it felt as if it had been dissected ruthlessly and coldly bit by bit, and all the dark thoughts hidden in the bottom of my heart were exposed.

When it comes to consciousness, it finds that it has poured out all the information it knows without reservation.

The face asked cautiously:

"Wang, Wang... Excuse me, my reward..."

Ji Xuan raised his hand and his pale fingertips slipped in the air.

The next second, the face felt a powerful force suddenly pouring into its own body. It was overjoyed and began to devour and digest greedily. It felt the rapid growth of power in its own body, and even faintly showed signs that it was about to enter the next level.

His face became uglier with excitement:

"Thank you..."

Ji Xuan: "this is the reward you deserve."

However, before it could say anything more, the floor suddenly rose slowly, and a huge monster wrapped in Mori's white ribs slowly emerged from under the ground. In the goat like skull, the mandible was wide open, as if holding something.

Ji Xuan stretched out his hand.

The monster put the thing it was holding gently in the palm of his hand.

At this time, the face saw that it was a drop of suspended blood.

It seems to have been half solidified, but it is still bright red, which is more and more shocking in the man's pale palm.

An ominous feeling began to rise in his heart.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the evil spirit without any emotional fluctuation. He said calmly:

"But he was hurt."

... what, what?

"My reward has always been very clear." Ji Xuan didn't move forward for half a minute, and even his expression didn't change much, but his face could clearly feel that the pressure on himself suddenly doubled, almost crushed it, and could only stick tightly to the ground for a long time:

"-- don't hurt him."

The face tried to argue, but it was frightened to find that its mouth could not open at all, or even make a half sound.

Ji Xuan took back his sight.

He touched the skull of the monster standing quietly beside him with his fingers and said:

"Go."

The monster turned his head. Two dark holes in his skull looked at the evil spirit who couldn't move in front of him, but swam towards it slowly.

No, no, no, no, no, No——

The face howled miserably in his heart, but in reality, he could not make a sound at all. The huge monster gradually approaching him was printed in his eyes. His dark eyes almost fell out of his eyes. The corners of his trembling mouth were raised to the roots of his ears. His facial expression became more and more ferocious due to extreme fear and despair.

The next second, the monster opened its huge mouth, showed its sharp serrated teeth, and rushed at it.

No——

The bloody and terrible hunting in front of him seemed to be unable to attract Ji Xuan's eyes. He lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on the floating drop of blood.

It is the warmth and fragrance of human blood alone.

He folded his fingers and carefully wrapped the drop of blood in his palm.

Ji Xuan hooked his lips, and there was an almost paranoid desire for monopoly in the depths of his scarlet eyes.

——Mine.

The first working day after the holiday is the most painful.

Yezei sat in his cubicle, staring at the unprocessed documents and reports stacked high on his desk, feeling as if his soul had been hollowed out.

Why

Why is there such an inhumane thing in the world

When can retire

He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. His eyes followed the movement of the second hand one by one. He was distracted and counted the time from work in his heart.

Almost, almost. We'll be off work in three hours.

Suddenly, a hearty cry came from behind him:

"Yejia!"

Yezei suddenly sat up, quickly adjusted his facial expression, and stared seriously at the documents spread out on the table, as if he were working hard from beginning to end.

Liu Zhaocheng: "

Do you think I'm blind?

He looked at Yejia, who was fishing diligently under his own eyes, and felt his eyebrows beating.

Liu Zhaocheng pinched the bridge of his nose wearily and decided to free himself from the fate of an early heart attack: "you and Cheng cezhi, pack up your things and prepare to go to the hospital."

Yejia: "

Hearing his name, Cheng CE Zhi looked up from the mountain of documents and looked blankly in their direction.

Liu Zhaocheng snorted coldly without expression, pointing to the fruit baskets and gifts piled on the table:

"Our department chipped in to buy it. You two are responsible for bringing it to Zhao Dong."

This is the feeling of leaving work early!

Ye Jia's spirit cheered: "thank you, Minister!"

"Thank you." Liu Zhaocheng rolled his eyes impolitely: "instead of letting you get in my way here, it's better to let you run errands. At least don't annoy me in front of my eyes."

Yezei: "......"

It doesn't have to be so real.

hospital.

Their arms were full of comfort gifts bought by the logistics department, and they squeezed into the elevator one after another.

"What floor?" Yejia, near the elevator door, asked.

Cheng CE's voice came from behind the fruit basket: "the highest floor."

Yejia gave a slight pause.

This is a hospital with long-term cooperation with the authority. If it is only slightly injured or eroded by Yin Qi in the process of work, it will often be arranged in the lower intensive care unit. Although it is separated from the ordinary ward in location, the overall difference is not big.

Above the eighth floor, it is designed for patients with extremely serious conditions after contact with supernatural events.

They are carefully and closely isolated, just like dangerous patients with infectious diseases.

He pressed the button on the 10th floor.

Five minutes later.

After a series of tedious checks and identity verification, Yezei and Cheng CE were finally put in.

This floor is very deserted.

Wards were almost empty, no nurses were walking in corridor, and smell of the disinfectant filled air.

I don't know if it's because the air conditioner is turned on too much. The temperature on this floor is much lower than that on other floors.

Only at the door of the ward at the end of the corridor, there were two people sitting on the left and right. They were all wearing daily casual clothes, but the tactical bag at the waist could not deceive people.

They are all members of the combat section.

Under such a tight manpower situation, the combat section will send two members to guard a patient?

Yezei lowered his eyes slightly and covered the flash of a different color at the bottom of his eyes.

A man stood up and helped them open the door.

The ward is very bright. You can see through a layer of isolation glass that Zhao Dong is sitting alone on the hospital bed by the window. The snow-white sheets are pulled to his waist. In addition to looking thinner, he seems to be in good spirit. He is looking down at a thin book.

He looked over in some surprise:

"Ye Jia, Xiao Cheng? Why are you here? "

They put down the comforts in their hands.

"Of course I came to see you!" Cheng cezhi stared at the isolation glass in front of him, and his face showed a worried expression: "do you feel okay?"

Yejia still looked lazy. He raised his finger and pointed to the hill like gifts and fruit baskets:

"Here, I bought it from the Ministry."

"Oh, you've spent a lot of money," Zhao Dong touched the back of his head and said angrily: "I told the minister that these are really unnecessary... You'd better take them back later..."

"No." Cheng CE Zhi stubbornly shook his head: "these are all our hearts. Unfortunately, I know too late, otherwise I will participate."

Zhao Dong sighed and naturally changed the topic:

"How's the Ministry?"

"Still busy." Cheng cezhi's face wrinkled: "especially..."

Yezei narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly broke in, interrupting their greetings:

"So, what happened to you?"

There was a brief silence in the ward.

Zhao Dong looked at Yezei, smiled and shook his head: "it's really your style."

He didn't seem to be prepared to hide, but sighed, raised his hand and opened the quilt on his lower body.

Cheng Zezhi, the nearest one, glared:

"This... This..."

Yejia stepped forward slowly.

Below the man's waist, there are two swollen radish like legs, the skin is blue and black, and the toes of the two feet are swollen and crowded together, showing a kind of purple red that is about to burst. Under the uneven skin, there are dense things crawling and undulating, like something trying to get rid of the shackles and drilling out from under his skin.

The scene was chilling.

"When I first came here, only my ankle was like this."

Zhao Dong smiled bitterly:

"It is estimated that... In a few days, they will hatch from my body."