After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Chapter 15

That night.

The old residential building stood in the dark night.

It was clearly the same building as the one during the day, but under the shroud of night, it was cast with a cold and chilling atmosphere.

A young man stopped in front of the building.

He raised his head and looked up at the old building in front of him.

The deep darkness seemed to engulf everything, making even the boundaries of the building appear blurred as a result. In the dead silence, an almost inaudible chatter could be heard. It was as if something was slowly awakening.

None of the lights in the residential building were on.

The darkened windows looked out resembling empty eye sockets.

The air was cold and sticky. Contained within it was a faint rancid smell.

—- Even if he wasn't fully convinced during the day, there was no doubt about it now.

Ye Jia retracted his gaze and softly sighed.

This was a very evil spirit. Its favourite food was the souls tortured by hatred and regret. It would control other spirits and create illusions to allow the humans it had set its eyes to on slowly ferment and develop into its favourite flavour before consuming them.

The small black hand stuck its head out from his shoulder. It trembled and asked quietly, "I-Isn't the yin energy here too strong? How many people has this one eaten?"

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Quite a few.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes.

But he was not prepared to answer this question from the small black hand.

He expressionlessly raised his hand, tore the small black hand from his shoulder, tied it into a knot and then mercilessly stuffed the struggling small black hand into his pocket.

Ye Jia sneered, "A ghost who spends credit using other people's money for Fight the Landlord has no right to speak."

Small black hand: "….."

Ying. (KKnotes: A crying sound)

After successfully shutting it up, Ye Jia walked towards the building.

The lights in the corridor turned on.

The dim yellow light flickered slightly. It was unable to dissipate the surrounding darkness. The empty corridor was filled with miscellaneous items, but it didn't show any signs of life. It was so quiet; one could faintly hear their own heartbeats.

Ye Jia walked straight to the door of the old man who was peeking out earlier this afternoon.

When he reached the door, his pace stopped slightly.

The door wasn't closed.

Unlike the firmly locked door at Wang Shize's place this afternoon, this door was half closed and the other half revealed pitch black darkness inside.

Ye Jia paused. He raised his hand and pushed the door open.

In the silent and dark night, the hinge on the door creaked and slowly opened.

From inside the dark room, a smell unique to elderly people emanated out. The room was filled with miscellaneous items and it was almost filled to the brim with no place to stand.

There was an armchair in the corner of the room. A dark figure sat in the chair.

Ye Jia turned on the light.

The light turned on, illuminating the old man sitting in the armchair.

His wrinkled face was bleak and dull and his turbid eyed stared vacantly into the distance, as if silently praying to the heavens above.

Without needing to check, Ye Jia knew that this person was already dead.

He looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper pressed under the old man's dry hands.

Ye Jia frowned. He stepped over the scattered items on the ground and entered the room.

He took out that piece of paper from the old man's cold and stiff hand, spread it out, and carefully read the contents under the light.

The old man's handwriting was messy and crooked, and it became even less coherent the further he read. There were some he couldn't decipher.

"….Recently, there had been a lot of strange things happening at home. Jun Cheng said that I was just confused but I knew you had come back. You left so early so long ago and never came to see me even once. It was my fault. I was useless. I couldn't even save enough money for your medical expenses….

When you first left, I waited every day, but you never came to see me…

….Now, I can hear your voice just by closing my eyes and can see your shadow when I open them. I can't say that I'm not afraid but…….It's at least better than being alone.

It's great that you're willing to come and take me away. I am at ease…..At least you don't blame me so much that you don't want to see me anymore…"

The writing after that were stained with water and was no longer legible.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes. The shadows from his eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's pale hands moved!

He grabbed Ye Jia's wrist like an iron clamp and his mouth made hoarse gasping sounds as he stared at him with wide bloodshot eyes that were quite horrifying to look at: "It's you! It's you!"

"If you came earlier……If you came back earlier…" His shrivelled fingers clenched tightly, and the bones made cracking noises, "I wouldn't have died……."

"Yeah." A voice sounded from behind Ye Jia.

That familiar voice instantly evoked memories that had been buried deep in his memories. Like silt brought up by the river water, it carried a stale stench.

Ye Jia was slightly startled.

He turned to look back at the source of that voice.

A man covered in blood stood behind him. There was a large, hideous hole in his chest and abdomen and dark blood flowed out from the opening endlessly.

Ye Jia recognised this face.

This was his teammate in his first instance —- And also the first person to die in front of him.

Although it was a long time ago, Ye Jia still remembered that moment very vividly.

A monsters grotesque limb had pierced through that man's chest like a finger going through a piece of tofu. That man's bloodless face was facing him, and his expression was mixed with fear, pain, despair and loss. As he struggled to escape, he could only utter one word, "Save……."

Before he could finish, the man was eaten.

The Ye Jia at the time stood frozen in place with his face stained with the blood that had splattered out. His entire body trembled uncontrollably as if that horrible scene from just now was engraved into his eyes.

—- It was at that moment that he realised how cruel this game was.

Either you win, or you die.

The man looked at Ye Jia hatefully.

"We died because of you."

The dim yellow light above fell onto the young man's face making him look like he was coated in gold powder. His face was as bloodless and as calm as ever and his expression was so faint, it was difficult to decipher.

"…..No."

A woman's voice sounded.

The next second, a slender figure slowly emerged and stood beside the young man.

It was a very beautiful woman.

With long curly hair and a small oval face, her expression was gentle and there was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

There was a large thin wound running across her chest, as if she had been slashed by an extremely sharp object. Dark red blood tainted her clothes, "I didn't die because of you."

Her face became distorted and fierce.

"I was killed by you!"

That time when he was ambushed.

More than a dozen players had ambushed Ace.

It was not only for the points he carried, but also for the weapon that was said to be a prize for completing a hidden mission —–With all these advantages, he would naturally be strong.

However, they didn't come completely unprepared.

They had a spy on Ace's side.

A teammate of his had been bought over.

She told them where and when Ace would pass by, what equipment he had on him, and what his weaknesses were…..

In the end, she and the other players together perished in an unknown land.

Fresh blood stained the ground, soaking through the soil. The air was tainted with the smell of blood that wouldn't dissipate any time soon.

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Standing silently among the carnage, the young man held his sickle as blood trickled down his fingers. He raised his eyes to look at the hellish scene before him and then turned around, put on his hood and disappeared into the night.

Since that day, no one had heard of Ace looking for anymore teammates.

One after another.

More figures appeared. Their bloodless faces and hateful eyes were firmly locked onto the young man standing in the middle of the room.

Former companions.

Former enemies.

Those who had died because of him.

Those who were killed by him.

Ye Jia looked around at these both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as if examining his own past.

Finally, he lowered his eyes. His long lashes made him look a few degrees paler and more fragile.

Countless souls crowded around him. Their expressions become more and more ferocious and greed that was almost to the point of obsessive overflowed from their eyes. Numerous pairs of hands stretched out towards the young man standing in the middle of the room—-

Suddenly, a light sigh sounded.

That sigh was like a rest signal in music. In an instant, the whole room was quiet.

Ye Jia raised his light-coloured eyes and looked fixedly at a spot on the other end of the room. Like a morning mist, a calm smile appeared on his face.

"So, that's it?"

He raised his hand. A hint of cold light swept across his fingertips.

The hand that gripped onto his wrist like an iron clamp turned into dust and scattered away.

Ye Jia flexed his wrist lightly. There was a faint red mark on his pale wrist which was quickly covered by his sleeves.

He took a step forward and a sharp and cold energy suddenly burst out from within him, sweeping away all the figures in front of him.

The room finally became much cleaner.

"Ahhhhhhh—–"

After a scream, a sly smiling face appeared on the wall. Those dark eyes stared fixatedly at Ye Jia and the bitterness in them could hardly be concealed.

The next second, it sank back and disappeared.

Ye Jia raised a brow, "Want to escape?"

He stepped out of the room and chased after the yin energy fluctuations.

But before he could take more than a few steps, Ye Jia suddenly stopped in place.

Before him was a narrow corridor. The lights were dim and flickering, and under the flickering lights stood a small figure.

A young boy stood there in silence. His bloodless face and pair of dark and deep eyes looked fixatedly at Ye Jia and his thin figure looked like it would soon be swallowed by the darkness around him.

He spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Big brother."