After an Infinite Flow Player Retires Chapter 5

“What did you say?”

Ye Jia repeated it in disbelief.

The little black hand trembles between his fingers: “I, I just heard… I heard! Other ghosts are spreading this way, I don’t know if it is true or not…”

Ye Jia: “…”

So are you ghosts all gossiping like this?

He pondered for a few seconds, and then said quickly: “Tell me about your king.”

“The king is the king.” Xiao Hei twisted his hand.

You know, ghosts in games are not the same as in real life.

In real life, ghosts are often grievances wandering in the sun by people who died of grievances. In the game, this kind of ghost only occupies a small part. It is more like the hungry ghost just now. The monsters condensed from the cold ghost energy, they are nourished by the thick and huge yin in the game, and grow and grow by killing players and swallowing each other. Their sages often take shape after they become ghosts.

The little black hand was obviously born not long ago—not even condensed into a complete entity.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that, for it, the king that has existed since it has been conscious is justified and irrefutable.

So Ye Jia changed the question:

“What level of ghost is this king you are talking about?”

“This…I don’t know.” The little black hand carefully observed Ye Jia’s face, and weakly added: “No, but I think it should be S grade or above!”

For ghosts above level B, the gap at each level is like a moat.

The S-level ghosts are rare even in the game.

Ye Jia frowned and began to retrieve all the S-level ghosts that he had offended in his memory, but after thinking about it, none of them were right.

After all, it is understandable to want his fate.

But just offer a reward for information? This is too strange.

While he was thinking, the sound of a car engine approaching came from outside the window.

-Here is someone.

Ye Jia’s thoughts were called back.

He looked down at the little black hand in his palm, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: “Speaking of which, if you recover, you should be almost a c-rank ghost, right?”

The little black hand was suddenly wary: “…what are you doing?”

Ye Jia smiled slightly, with a pure and innocent expression: “Nothing, I just want you to do me a favor.”


Zhao Guangcheng is a member of the F genus of the fighting family.

He was the member of the Combat Section closest to the place where the last signal of Cheng Cezhi, a member of the Logistics Department, was sent, so he received the rescue mission as soon as possible.

However, shortly after he received the task, the signal from the member of the logistics department disappeared. Ten minutes later, the signal appeared on the outskirts of the city several kilometers away.

Zhao Guangcheng drove there immediately.

Amidst the grass, an old bus plunged into the mud slantingly, the advertisements printed on the body were mottled, and the female star’s faded face still had a stiff smile.

Although the members of the combat division have their own unique characteristics, they have a very high degree of synesthesia for ghosts.

Although the yin in the air has dissipated a little, the concentration of that level is still shocking.

The instrument loaded in the car began to “didi” alarm from a long distance, and even a layer of black gas wrapped around the car can be seen with the naked eye.

Zhao Guangcheng couldn’t help being horrified.

A ghost of this level… I’m afraid he can’t handle it at his level.

After reporting quickly and making all-out preparations, Zhao Guangcheng approached the bus cautiously, and then cautiously walked into the bus.

After seeing the scene inside the car, Zhao Guangcheng couldn’t help being shocked.

There were two unconscious young people in the car. One fell in the aisle and the other slumped on the seat. They were obviously directly corroded by Yin Qi, their eyes closed, their faces pale, and their breath was dying.

Several huge black ghost hands protruded from the ground, clenching their ankles tightly, as if sucking anger from their bodies.

Zhao Guangcheng quickly activated the combat technique he carried with him.

After you came to me a few times, the ghost hand was accidentally hit.

It uttered a terrifying roar, shook two bluffingly, then dropped the two pale-faced victims, jumped the window and ran away.

Zhao Guangcheng suffered from a cold sweat for the rest of his life.

Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance roared in.

Forty-five minutes later, the two logistics staff who were unconscious were sent to the hospital for a physical examination.


Two hours later.

Ye Jia was wearing a sick gown, sitting on the bed and eating jelly.

Cheng Cezhi woke up slowly on the hospital bed next to him, and let out a hoarse whisper: “Uh…”

“Wake up?” Ye Jia stopped his jelly digging hand, turned his head and asked with concern: “How do you feel?”

“Neck hurts…” Cheng Cezhi replied with daddle.

The culprit didn’t change his face and his heart was not beating: “It’s okay, this is a normal reaction after encountering a ghost, and the limbs are sore.”

Cheng Cezhi got up with difficulty, rubbed his neck, and asked weakly: “So…what happened before…?”

Before Ye Jia could answer, but only heard a “clang”, the door of the ward was slammed open.

Logistics Minister Liu Zhaocheng walked in with wind on the soles of his feet. The Mediterranean Sea above his head looked a little brighter than it was a few days ago. He said with full anger: “I got entangled! What else can it be!”

Cheng Ceyi was stunned: “What?”

Liu Zhaocheng briefly explained: “Although the specific inspection results have not yet come out, the yin attributes extracted from the carriage just now by the logistics department are consistent with those in the previous building. It is estimated that it was the ghost of the ghost who had previously captured you. I’ve caught the smell on your body, and I’m chasing it this time!”

“So…” Cheng Cezhi lowered his head guiltily, “I didn’t expect that Ye Ge, who was still murdered this time, would be implicated by me…”

The protagonist he was talking about was now looking away calmly, and pointed his finger at the jelly on his table:

“Are you still eating?”

Cheng Cezhi: “…”

Suddenly I felt that my apology was so worthless.

He handed the jelly over in an aggrieved manner: “…don’t eat it.”

Liu Zhaocheng’s expression was stern: “The above informed me that I was worried that the ghost would come to you again, so I put you in the ward on the top floor and was protected by members of the Combat Division.”

His gaze turned and fixed on Ye Jia’s body: “As for you…”

Ye Jia’s movement to pull the second jelly was slightly stiff, and there was a sudden ominous premonition in her heart.


“The funds in the bureau are limited. You will move to the general ward for observation for two days, and then come back to work when there is nothing to do.”

Ye Jia: “… Sir, you are treated differently.”

I thought I would earn a few more days of vacation this time! So it’s just two days!

…Too bad!

“Differential treatment?” Liu Zhaocheng sneered: “The backlog of documents in the bureau in these two days is very large, or do you want to start processing work in these two days?”

Ye Jia: “…”

He put down the jelly and sat in a dreadful manner:

“Minister Liu is kind and compassionate to his subordinates. I am very grateful and beyond words.”

Liu Zhaocheng: “… Eat your jelly.”

Twenty minutes later, the minister and members of the Combat Section escorted Cheng Cezhi, a high-risk target, out of the ward.

Ye Jia also came down to the general ward at the nurse’s guidance.

There are four beds in the ward. Fortunately, three of them are empty so far.

So Ye Jia chose a bed near the window.

As soon as he sat up, there was a beating sound from the window.

Ye Jia turned to look in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that little black hand was lying on the window platform and beckoning him frantically: “…”

Little black hand squeezed his body through the window, and it shook triumphantly:

“You see that I am leading the way right! The last place in the girl’s memory is the bus, and now you have found the culprit, why don’t you…”

Unexpectedly, Ye Jia shook his head:

“The real murderer is not the one.”

The little black hand stiffened: “Huh?”

Ye Jia yawned and leaned back lazily:

“That’s just a hungry ghost. Its desire to kill is essentially appetite. It will indeed torture its prey, but it will not only peel off the skin and leave the body without eating.”

Xiao Hei’s hand wilted: “…That’s it.”

Ye Jia closed his eyes.

In fact, he realized this the moment he saw that ghost.

However, he didn’t think it was the little black hand who lied to him.

Its power of life and death is in its own hands, and there is no reason to cover the ghost that has never been known before.

He found the right place, but he didn’t find the right murderer.

In addition, there was a place that attracted his attention-the hungry ghost came up from under the bus after the bus drove into the foggy area.

It is a passenger.

So, is it possible that the ghost who loves to peel off the skin from humans is also one of the passengers?

Ye Jia’s focus should have changed when he realized this—

Why does a bus riding a ghost appear in the city center?

More importantly, where was it intended to go?

When Ye Jia closed his eyes and meditated, he suddenly felt an unusual noise from his legs.

He opened his eyes.

I saw Xiao Hei Shou climb onto his quilt with difficulty, as if suddenly remembering something, he began to complain with blood and tears:

“You are so cruel!”

It turned around and let Ye Jia look at his little finger, which was thinner and lighter than the other fingers: “Oh, look! My color is not even! The last time I was hit by you, I didn’t get hurt. Okay, now I have lost at least 5% of my body surface area… and you still won’t let me fight back! No ghost is worse than me! It’s so embarrassing oooooooo…”

Babble babble.

Ye Jia got a headache because of the quarrel.

He raised his hand to catch the little black hand on his quilt.

It uttered a “chi” scream, then fell silent for an instant, as quiet as a chicken.

Who says Gui Yin is ruthless and cunning! Obviously humans are worse and more terrifying than ghosts!

The little black hand wanted to cry without tears.

However, in the next second, it felt a very fragrant and fragrant yin qi pouring into the body like a tide, completely different from the blade-like aggressive ghost qi that it had tasted in this human body before, it seemed. It was deliberately adjusted to a concentration that its body can absorb, and it took only a few seconds to restore its injured little finger to its original state.

Ye Jia let go.

The little black hand looked at the human being in front of him in shock, feeling that his soul was greatly shocked.

Could it be that it misunderstood the other party?

Actually he is a good person!

Little Black Hand burst into tears, and his voice trembled: “You…”

Ye Jia’s face was expressionless: “I’m done arguing you again.”

Little Black Hand: “…”

He closed his eyes, turned over and lay down, lazily instructed: “There is a milk tea shop two blocks away. I want banana mint milk green, half sugar, and hot. Go and come back soon.”

Little Black Hand: “…”

Moved fart!

This sinister human clearly wants to work himself better!


Ye Jia was too sleepy.

First all night to deal with the documents, and then non-stop to deal with the bus incident.

After a routine check-up in the hospital, he fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

The picture that has been forgotten for a long time drilled out of the gap in his memory, and took the opportunity to flood into his sleep.

The picture is broken and messy.

Horrible and ugly creatures wandered in the ghostly and eternal night. They split their mouths and smiled greedy and hungry.

A harsh scream came from the ear, and the pale **** face reached out to him desperately: Help me, help me!

Ye Jia opened his eyes in the darkness.

He stared calmly at the vague ceiling in the distance, breathing slightly.

How long has he not dreamed of these memories?

The scene that I thought had been diluted and deeply buried by the calm and stable real life once again appeared in my mind vividly, as if it had never left.

At this moment, a small crying voice came from my ear: “Help me, help me…”

Ye Jia was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A little girl curled up, shivering in the corner of the room, wearing only an empty hospital gown, her feet bare, her eyes hollow, her face full of tears, and her mouth muttered:

“Dad, mom, where are you? Mom, mom, help me…”

The light from the corridor came from afar, straight through her body, and fell on the ground.

There is no shadow under her feet.

Newly dead ghosts? This kind of thing is very common in hospitals.

But… the breath is wrong.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the soul.

And it’s a living soul with a scent of ghosts on his body.


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