After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

At the top of DM building, the high semi-circular office is suspended in the air, and the huge French windows are clear and transparent, as if you can touch the sky with your hand.

The dreamer sits comfortably in a high-grade leather chair with a palm sized glass bottle in his hand. There is a translucent substance flowing slowly in the glass bottle.

He unscrewed the bottle slowly.

Then his jaw lengthened and his lips were pulled to an almost frightening point. The scarlet long tongue poked out of his mouth, and the sticky mucus dripping down from the tongue surface full of potholes and bumps. The long tongue poked into the narrow mouth of the bottle and rolled the translucent fluid into his mouth.

The dreamer narrowed his eyes slightly and showed an extremely intoxicated posture.

The human soul brewed under despair... Is really the most delicious food in the world.

The dreamer's smile deepened slowly when he thought of his gradually abundant inventory,

Just then, he suddenly heard the aggressive knocking sound from the window behind him.

The dreamer was stunned.

Wait, this is... The top floor.

The dreamer frowned and turned to look behind him.

The slender young man stood outside the window. The cold wind of high-altitude hunting rolled over his skirt and blew up his hem. Behind him was the scorching sun, plating a layer of light Phnom Penh on his body. The young man bent down with a casual smile on his lips, as if he just knocked on the door of his neighbor's house: "good morning..."

The next second, the huge virtual shadow of the sickle appeared in the air. The sharp blade reflected the cold and clear arc of the sun, like a clear spring without quality.

The sickle in the young man's hand, with its powerful force, tore the air and cut through the sunlight. The sharp blade suddenly collided with some invisible existence in the air. The sudden vibration sent out a deafening scream. The external barrier was cut and torn like thin paper. The tip of the sickle passed through the thin air and hit the outer layer of the glass——

"Kara"——

The harsh sound of broken glass sounded, and spider web cracks spread all over it, suddenly spreading.

The dreamer's eyes widened, and the sharp edge of the sickle was reflected in the depths of his pupils. At that moment, a creepy sense of panic suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and the memory that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly appeared in his mind without warning - the cold edge like water, the coolness across his neck, and the sense of panic that the power in his body was swallowed mixed into a raging flood, He pounced on him without warning and drowned him in an instant.

He fell back instinctively.

At the moment when the dreamer flashed away, the thick special glass broke apart under heavy load. The strong wind rushed into the wide office with the debris of the glass. The blade of the sickle took the lead in breaking countless broken glass layers and cut them heavily from the air.

"Stab -"

The high-grade leather chair that the dreamer had just sat on was suddenly scratched from top to bottom and fell on the ground with a bang. Even the heavy carpet under the chair was split in an instant, and the marble floor under it was also split with fine mesh lines.

The table behind the chair was also cut down. The computer made a Zizi sound and burst out countless electric sparks.

Yezei slowly took back his sickle, took a step under his feet and stepped on the ground full of broken glass.

The wind roared behind him, the broken glass was rolled into the air, and the crystal fragments fell silently, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

He smiled and said, "sorry, I don't have an appointment this time."

Now the dreamer had recovered from his horror. He stood a few steps away from Yejia. His face was gloomy. His huge scarlet tongue had not been retracted into his mouth. At the moment, he was drooping outside and slowly dripping fishy and greasy liquid: "ace!"

His voice was a little vague, and there was a faint malice in the depths of his voice.

The dreamer tidied up his messy suit and stared at the young man standing in front of him with dark eyes.

"What? Have you figured it out? " The dreamer narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became calm and gentle again, but the malice was hidden under the seemingly polite surface: "it seems that you decided to ignore those poor people and let your hands be stained with the blood of those innocent people? Congratulations, it seems that you have finally found a way to survive in this world. "

Then he raised his hand and clapped slowly, as if he was really happy for Yejia from his heart.

"If you say so." Yejia walked in his direction and said calmly, "I think you really want to fight me again."

He picked up the corners of his lips and showed a light smile: "I've really rarely seen a fierce ghost so willing to lose to the same insignificant human hand."

The dreamer's expression became gloomy, and the wound on his neck seemed to start to ache again.

Yejia's face remained unchanged.

The dreamer tied his own life with thousands of other humans to prevent Yejia from attacking him. This was originally a disguised weakness. In addition, he talked about Ji Xuan's mother's preferential treatment because he was a direct lineage in a jealous tone, Therefore, the wound made by his weapon can heal so well - which shows that he has not recovered from the injury previously caused by Yejia, so he can escape the direct conflict with him.

At the last meeting, Yejia had tested each other - and the dreamer's reaction just confirmed his guess.

That's why he set up a barrier where fierce ghosts can't cross, so he was so afraid of Ji Xuan's appearance.

The dreamer stared at Yejia as if he wanted to tear him with his eyes.

After a long time, he smiled darkly, "I know what you want to do."

The dreamer patted the broken glass on his clothes and said, "do you think I won't make more preparations after I have suffered a loss?"

As his voice fell, the faces of Wei yuechu, blast and Chen Qingye appeared on the screen. The background behind each of them was in the building and was besieged by a group of fierce ghosts. The cracked sparks cut by the electric saw and the rising flames lit up the narrow space. The roar and scream of the fierce ghosts were intertwined with the buzzing of the insects, It sounds terrible in an empty office.

The dreamer looked arrogant and contemptuous and said, "you came here to attract my attention. In fact, your teammates stole the contract... Do you think you haven't played this trick before?"

His face wore a comfortable smile: "save it, what's the use? Do you think I'll put the contract in this building? "

Ye Jia's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at each other firmly without saying a word.

Dreamer: "but... Since you are here this time, you can't leave as easily as last time."

He burst out a piercing laugh, the corners of his mouth cracked into scarlet gaps, and several scarlet long tongues rushed out of his mouth and danced in the air. The viscous liquid dripping and falling on the ground made a nourishing corrosion sound. It looked very terrible, and a low voice surged from his throat: "now, your companions have not robbed those human contracts, Do you dare to do it to me? "

The dreamer's face is twisted like a wax statue, and his arrogant and vicious laughter is particularly sharp and terrible with the movement of those tongues: "don't worry, you will become the most delicious food on my table. Not only your soul, but also the body wrapped with your soul is slowly enjoyed by me piece by piece... Ha ha ha!"

The scarlet rough tip of his tongue rushed towards Yejia like a sharp blade.

Yejia dodged and avoided the attack.

He was flexible and moved around between attacks, like a shadow that could not be captured, but he didn't fight back.

The dreamer began to get impatient.

His body slowly elongated and expanded, and the cold and dark ghost gas spread out layer by layer. The dark gray fog condensed into air in the air and squirmed like life. The touched ground and wall gave out a harsh scream under its corrosion, turned into a scorched viscous liquid, slowly flowed down the wall and penetrated under the ground, Like countless long snakes raging in the air, they are pressing on the youth step by step.

At this time, Yejia suddenly opened his mouth: "you're right..."

The dreamer's action was a slight pause, and he didn't seem to understand each other's meaning.

The young man in front of me said slowly, "I'm really a distraction."

I don't know why, the dreamer suddenly had a strange sense of uncertainty in his heart.

"Just......" Yejia deliberately paused for a moment, then with a smile, turned his head and pointed to the three people who were fighting with other fierce ghosts on the screen not far away, and said slowly: "they are also......"

This?

What's the meaning of this?

The dreamer's pupils contracted suddenly.

At this time, the mobile phone in Yejia's pocket rang. He slowly took out the mobile phone from his pocket, glanced down at the screen, and the smile on his lips deepened slightly: "the more old-fashioned method works, doesn't it?"

The next second, the dreamer's face changed.

He seems to be aware of something.

The power in the body is rapidly disappearing, and the contracts he used as amulets are rapidly failing one by one!

Yejia smiled: "now, I have no scruples, right?"

The next second, the sickle in his hand flashed a dazzling bright halo, cut a huge arc in the air and fell down suddenly.

With the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air, several scarlet tongues were directly cut off, the greasy and rough ugly meat pieces were thrown out, and the smelly black and red blood gushed out. At first, the ground was soaked and sputtered on the corroded potholes and uneven walls, just like a terrible distorted Abstract painting.

"Ah ah!"

The shrill scream echoed in the unrecognizable top floor, scattered by the high-altitude roaring wind, and integrated into the boundless sky.

"You... What did you do?" The dreamer's expression was distorted, his voice was sharp and harsh, and yelled hoarsely. Yejia walked in his direction step by step. The scarlet blood flowed slowly from the tip of his knife. It was absorbed by the blade before landing. It was as bright as the washed moon, flashing as if it could cut people.

The dreamer's remaining tongue hung on the ground.

As Yejia approached, he instinctively moved back, as if afraid of something.

The dreamer can clearly feel that compared with the last time they met, the strength of the other party has increased again, and he doesn't know how many fierce ghosts he has eaten - but he is still seriously injured and has lost his chips in the confrontation. Now he has completely lost his previous dominant position.

I'm afraid the situation... Is not objective.

Yezei looked down at the fierce ghost in front of him and said lightly, "the essence of the contract you are signing with ordinary people is still a contract. Since it is a contract, you should abide by the rules, the prayer should pay the price, and you can meet your wishes - whether it is a labor contract or an investment contract, your only relationship link is money."

The dreamer seemed to be aware of something, and his facial expression suddenly froze.

That's why ace smashed the computer in his room as soon as he appeared?

Because what he moves is not his own contract, but his company!

Yezei said with a smile, "don't you like playing capital?"

"In that case, I'll teach you another knowledge that all human beings know -" he squatted down and said affably: "capital is a beast that eats people. People who want to play with capital will often be eaten in turn."

By the time the other three came to the top floor, everything had settled.

The huge office without French windows was involved in the strong airflow outside the window. The spacious room was destroyed beyond recognition. On the walls and on the ground, there were dirty and thick black blood everywhere, as if there had been a massacre, which looked particularly terrible.

The ground was scattered with tongues that were cut into pieces and were still bouncing. Ugly meat pieces were still twitching in the dark ruins.

The slender young man leaned against one of the tables cut into two sections by sharp tools, with his long legs on the ground, holding a huge sickle in one hand and the dreamer's hair in the other hand. He tore his head from his neck and connected it with his lower body only by a layer of skin - the limbs of the fierce ghost have been cut off, He was twitching in the mess.

Only one tongue remained in his mouth, barely able to speak, and the rest were cut off by roots.

Black blood flowed from his broken mouth at the root of his tongue, ticking on the ground, and the carpet on the ground was corroded and made a nourishing sound.

Ace shook the ghost's head and asked slowly, "don't you say it yet?"

"..." at the beginning of Wei yuechu, Chen Qingye and blast fell silent. They stood at the door, neither entering nor retreating.

——So who the hell are you two villains?!

"So... What do you want to ask?" Blast couldn't help asking.

Yejia turned his head and said, "ah, it's nothing. I just want to know where his vault is."

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Finally, the dreamer let go and spit out a series of addresses.

Yezei smiled: "that's right..."

He turned to look at the others: "do you have plastic bags?"

The three looked at each other: "no..."

"Then I'll have to make do with it." Yejia shrugged his shoulders, slashed the sickle in his hand downward, cut off a square piece of the corroded carpet, then tore the dreamer's head off his neck cavity with his bare hands, wrapped his restless head in the carpet and wrapped it tightly, Then he stood up with the dark simple package: "do you want to come together?"

Three people: "

Grass, sure enough, you are the anti party!

After a taxi for half an hour, they arrived at their destination.

Facing the driver's frightened eyes, Chen Qingye hardened his head and gave him double money before getting off the bus - after all, there are too few guests on the bus with a screaming head. It would be better to give some spiritual compensation.

This is a private bank where the dreamer rented one of the vaults.

With a pale face and stiff steps, the reception lady managed to maintain a polite attitude and took them to the position of Treasury No. 362. After the iron door on the password was opened, she fled and left everyone's sight.

In front of us is a very huge vault, which is well maintained with high technology. There are rows of shelves, which are full of small glass bottles with palm size. In each glass bottle is the kind of translucent liquid. Their colors are either dark or light, which are neatly placed on the shelves and can hardly be seen at a glance.

Several people couldn't help holding their breath.

So many... All the souls of the victims.

Every little bottle once contained a fresh life.

Yezei turned his head and said to the three people behind him, "now you can contact the authority."

They nodded, then turned and walked out.

Although they are used to death and killing, they don't want to stay in such a place for a long time.

There was only one left in the vault.

He carried the head in his hand, and the smelly blood dripping down the carpet soaked in black blood, slowly dripping on the smooth and clean ground.

Yejia slowly walked along the corridor, his eyes slowly swept over the shelves, passing one container after another containing human souls.

When he came to the end, he was surprised to see that at the end of the vault, there was a space between the shelves - it was like that there was something there, but it was moved away, leaving only an empty space.

Yejia looked down at the blank.

Judging from the dust, whatever is put here has just been removed.

He pulled down the carpet that wrapped the dreamer's head, grabbed each other's hair, and looked at the particularly ferocious and terrible face stained with black blood: "what was put here?"

The dreamer looked at Yejia bitterly and didn't answer.

Yezei narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "is it related to the task assigned to you by his mother?"

The dreamer's expression was distorted again. His voice was hoarse and said slowly, "why do you think... I'll tell you?"

"Because whether you say it or not, you will die." Yejia said calmly, "cooperate with me, you can at least die happily."

He thought for a while and added: "however, for you fierce ghosts, the word death doesn't seem very appropriate... After all, you're not alive."

The dreamer suddenly laughed wildly, and countless dark blood gushed out of his mouth, mixed with broken meat pieces, dripping on the ground.

Yezei frowned slightly.

A few minutes later, the dreamer's laughter finally stopped. He stared at Yejia with his dark eyes as if they could flow ink, and said slowly, "you humans always think the world is yours, right?"

He gave a strange smile: "but when his mother comes out, everything will be different..."

Yejia asked, "what do you mean?"

The dreamer's laughter became rampant again: "the world... Is ours... And you humans are only worthy to be our pigs and food, our nourishment and food..."

His laughter was choked with blood and turned into a cough.

"Hmm..." Yejia lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "it seems that you are very confident in your ability to withstand pressure."

The dreamer's bloody face was slightly distorted.

Ye Jia's face did not change and said softly, "believe me, after being caught by us, Zong Shuang's reaction was the same as yours --"

The smile on his lips widened: "guess, who told us your position?"

The dreamer's ferocious face became more and more terrible, but a faint fear flashed in the depths of his dark and venomous eyes.

Yezei waited, with a leisurely smile on his lips, as if he didn't feel worried.

Fierce ghosts are a collection of pure * * and malice, which is exactly the case, so they are extremely selfish and extremely ugly - they are more vulnerable to terror.

Especially when one of its companions has succumbed, the dreamer dare not touch his bottom line.

However, the mother's task is this

It is unlikely that the dreamer will tell him directly.

Then he'd better find a new breakthrough,

Yezei lowered his eyes and seemed to suddenly think of something. He asked, "what do I want from the contract I signed with you?"

He signed a contract with the dreamer, but he forgot the specific situation and content of his wish at that time.

The dreamer slowly raised his eyes, and the black blood face raised a distorted smile: "you want an answer."

"What answer?" Yezei was slightly stunned.

This is different from what he thought.

This kind of thing is very abstract. It doesn't take half a month to fulfill the contract. As long as the dreamer gives an answer on the spot, the contract is fulfilled.

He won't even have time to look for loopholes in the dreamer's contract.

"How to say..." the dreamer's mouth pulled bigger, his eyes stared at Yejia's face, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of chewing and swallowing each other's emotions bit by bit, and then said slowly word by word: "what you want to know is the cause of your mother's death."