After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Empty coffin?

Yegadai stood in the cemetery.

His feet seemed to take root in the soft and wet soil under his feet. His eyes stared at the dusty bluestone board in front of him. Every word engraved on it looked familiar, but the strokes intertwined into characters he couldn't recognize.

The mind is in chaos.

"Yes!" The little black hand seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "although the coffin is empty, there seems to be something painted on the bottom of the coffin..."

Yejia seemed to be suddenly awakened from a slow dream.

He suddenly turned his head, and a pair of cold eyes fell on the little black hand. His voice had become hoarse since when, and he could hardly hear the original tone:

"... what?"

The little black hand was startled by him, instinctively shrank back and stammered:

"Just, just one..."

The rest of it is stuck.

Without warning, the young man's palm turned into a huge sickle. The sharp blade reflected the cold and dazzling light in the sun. His voice was low and dumb, as if he was restraining some terrible emotion, as if the magma about to erupt was buried under the thick ice:

"Get out of the way."

The little black hand suddenly became stiff, rolled down from the tombstone with the fastest speed, and then retreated to the farthest place with trembling.

The next second, the blade fell, and the already compacted soil layer on the ground was cut apart in the blink of an eye. The fishy smell of the soil buried deep in the ground was cold and wet. With the rolling of the soil, it penetrated into the air, and the faded and decayed coffin on the surface was exposed.

The young man's cold and pale fingers held the long handle of the sickle tightly, and his fingertips turned white with force, but there was no trembling.

Just like that thunderstorm night when he slowly put the blade into his father's chest.

The little black hand looked at Yejia with his back to himself.

The young man's back was straight and tight, standing firmly in front of a messy tomb, like a split dark silhouette, deeply embedded in the desolate and remote background in front of him.

It subconsciously floated forward.

But then, an invisible force pulled the little black hand back.

The little black hand was stunned and turned to one side.

The man with a cold face dropped a pair of scarlet pupils, a dark pressure fell, and the little black hand shrank. However, the other party didn't say anything, just shook his head at it, then took back his sight, raised his eyes again, and looked at the young man standing not far away. A pair of dark red pupils filled with a look so deep that no one could understand.

Yejia squatted down slowly in front of the coffin.

The coffin was not buried deep, almost within his reach.

Yezei stretched out his hand, his fingers briefly stayed in mid air for a moment, then continued to stretch forward and slowly pressed his hand on the coffin.

Then, just listen to the "click" sound, the surface of the board cracked a flat and smooth cut, then broke into several pieces, slid down along the coffin, revealing the empty inside.

Sure enough, just like the little black hand described.

This is an empty coffin.

There's nothing in it.

Yejia's eyes fell on the bottom of the coffin.

The dark brown lines were hidden under broken wood chips and blocks, and he recognized at a glance that they must have been painted with blood.

Yezei raised his hand and brushed away the debris above to reveal the complete pattern below.

... is the old logo of the supernatural authority.

However, compared with the pattern on the iron box with eyeballs, it seems that it has added a lot of strokes. Some blanks have been filled and made up, becoming more complete and huge. It has been painted on the bottom of the coffin with dried blood.

Yejia pressed his fingertips on one of the pens.

The old blood had already penetrated the rotten coffin. Just touching it, Yejia had clearly realized that the symbol was very old, almost the same age as the coffin.

Is this an empty coffin at the time of burial?

What about... His mother's body?

Yezei began to tremble slightly by pressing his fingertips on the coffin. He took a deep breath, slowly took back his hand and clenched it into a fist on his side bit by bit.

——Anyway, the supernatural authority is involved.

In the young man's low light colored pupils, the cold flame burned silently in the silent abyss, like a burst of fire sputtering in the dark. There was no superfluous expression on his face, but a terrible depression was brewing in the bottom of his eyes.

Yejia stood up.

At this time, the voice of the little black hand came from behind: "ah!"

He was slightly stunned and turned to look behind him.

The little black hand floated in his direction and fell into the coffin. It seemed to be seriously thinking about what it was thinking. Then its body became empty and sank slowly to the deep.

In a minute.

A shrill scream came from the depths of the earth.

Yezei was stunned and subconsciously stepped forward.

However, before he did anything, the little black hand escaped and ran out from under the ground. He stuck his body to the edge of the coffin plate and said shivering: "down, down... Down..."

Ye Jiamei's eyes are slightly heavy.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the little black hand up from below the ground, threw it on his shoulder, and then the virtual shadow of sickle appeared in his palm.

Yezei raised his eyes. His sight stayed on the coffin of the bluestone slab not far away, and a faint pain flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

He took back his sight and slowly raised his hand, ready to completely destroy the grave in front of him.

However, the next second, there was a cold touch on the wrist.

Yezei was stunned and turned to look at his side.

Ji Xuan didn't know when he came forward and stood beside him side by side. His slender fingers with clear bones gripped the young man's slender wrist and pulled the opposite direction behind him with an irresistible force. His eyes dropped slightly and his voice was calm and gentle:

"I'll come."

The next second, the scarlet sea of blood floated from under the ground and lifted the coffin. The invisible force pushed the soil away. Almost in a twinkling of an eye, a deep pit tens of meters deep appeared below the ground.

Ji Xuan's bloodless face turned pale for a moment, but there was no superfluous emotional change on his face.

Ye Gading gave him a fixed look.

——The secret hidden under the coffin must have something to do with the mother, and the other party's doing so is tantamount to directly fighting against the suppression of the mother's blood.

This is also the reason why he had not directly sought Ji Xuan's help before.

Ji Xuan, this is... Why?

Ji Xuan didn't say anything, but calmly stepped back and let him open.

Yejia withdrew his sight.

Now, even without the reminder of the little black hand, Yejia can feel the terrible changes from below the ground.

What Ji Xuangang just did must not just remove the soil layer.

Even if it is buried tens of meters deep, this breath can not be completely covered up. It can make Yejia unaware from the beginning. Even the little black hand, a fierce ghost, realized something wrong after observing for a long time, indicating that it must have been applied with other protective measures.

Yezei stepped forward and looked down at the bottom of the abyss.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

The cold wind blew through his hair, across his sweaty forehead and back neck, and a shiver was bred between his bones and blood. All his internal organs seemed to twist in an instant and spread along his veins and bones.

Under the abyss, dark sticky waves rolled.

The malice, which was so thick that there were almost no impurities, slowly rose from the depths of the ground and dispersed in the air. The weeds on the ground immediately withered and blackened, the vitality was seized instantly, and layer after layer of black fog began to condense above the surrounding tombstones.

In the waves, human fuzzy faces appeared one after another. Each face was ferocious and painful, as if it was making a silent scream. They struggled under the dark river, stretched out their bony hands to the sky above their heads, and the suffocating terrible breath almost solidified into an entity. The screaming fuzzy faces gathered and dissipated in the air, Then it was pulled into the dark waves again.

"This... What is this?"

Yezei slightly widened his eyes and murmured.

Little black held his collar tightly, trembled and stammered, "you, do you remember what I told you before, the malice that can pollute the soul and even the fierce ghost?"

Yezei was stunned and turned to look at the little black hand on his shoulder: "you mean...?"

The little black hand drilled behind Yejia and said with lingering fear:

"These... Are all."

Just then, a change came from the soil on one side.

The sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board sounded harsh and terrible. The rotten and pale arm broke the wet and soft soil and pulled out the damaged and incomplete body that had been eaten by insects and ants. The withered hair fell from the scalp half connected to the skull. The dark eyes looked at the only direction with the smell of living people, and bodies broke out from the ground, Struggling to reach out the bony arm to Yejia.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

The rotten vocal cords were rubbing hard.

Yezei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light of a sharp blade appeared in his palm.

After all, he has seen more terrible scenes in the game, which is not enough for him to fear.

"... help me..." the rotten body groaned.

"It hurts..."

"It hurts... Mom..." the child's body cried hoarsely: "it's so black..."

"Who will help me..."

Yejia was stunned.

These are not monsters.

But the soul of a living man bound to a corpse.

When he was stunned, the rotten phalanx of one of the corpses caught his trouser legs, and the sound of Zizi corrosion sounded. The black fog spread from the place touched by the corpse. Yejia suddenly reacted, crossed with a sharp blade, and cut the touched cloth. The cloth was corroded before it fell to the ground, and a small piece of soil below was eroded and sunken.

——This kind of malice will even be polluted by fierce ghosts.

Ye Jia's eyebrows and eyes were slightly heavy.

Little black clenched Ye Jia's collar and stammered, "what, what should I do?"

Yejia clenched his teeth and did not answer.

The sickle is the "tooth", but in front of it is the soul of the living.

He turned to Ji Xuan: "can it be sealed again?"

Ji Xuan nodded slightly.

His pale fingertips stirred slightly, and the invisible force bound the black fog in the air and slowly pressed it towards the abyss below the ground. The bodies on the ground lost their vitality with the stripping of the black fog, just like a string puppet without restraint, and fell on the ground.

Ji Xuan's figure shook slightly.

He soon calmed down, restored his previous calm before Yejia looked, and said:

"Now I just restore it as it is, and I can't seal it forever."

The implication is that this place is like a time bomb. don't know when it will completely explode, and this is no longer under Ji Xuan's control.

Yezei lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on the messy cemetery in front of him.

The sun above his head shone down again and fell on his shoulder, but he didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Eliminate... Interference items.

Yejia seemed to suddenly think of something, slightly stunned, looked up in the direction of the city.

——Yes.

"Wow --!"

The old carpet on the floor was torn up and raised a cloud of dust in the dark room.

Two frightened spirits, one big and one small, sat on the beam, as if they were close to each other.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know!"

"Is he looking for something?"

"I don't know..."

Two frightened spirits floated towards the young man who was wantonly destroying the room and asked, "is there anything we can do for you?"

Yejia turned to look at them.

Ah, so handsome.

I haven't seen you for so long. He seems more handsome.

The two frightened spirits showed intoxicated expressions on their simple faces, and said enthusiastically: "we've been here for a long time! Just tell us what you need! "

Yezei took out a piece of paper on which a pattern was drawn with a simple stroke:

"Have you seen this pattern anywhere in this house?"

The two frightened spirits thought carefully.

"Ah!" The frightened spirit suddenly thought of something and jumped up: "it seems... It seems that there is really!"

"Where is it?"

The big frightened spirit pointed to the top of his finger.

Yejia paused slightly and looked up slowly.

In the dark, the dusty roof was gray, but if you look carefully, you can still vaguely recognize the brown lines winding overhead to form an extremely huge pattern - the same as that in the depths of his mother's coffin.

... sure enough.

Yezei raised his head and looked at your complex and strange figure with a slightly deep eye color.

The ghost king is a surrogate of his mother.

Therefore, to some extent, his behavior directly represents the will of his mother.

Yezei took out his mobile phone, called Liu Zhaocheng, and asked calmly:

"Minister, do you know when the Yin well began to appear?"

"Hmm..." Liu Zhaocheng's voice came from the other side of the microphone. After a long time, he said: "when I entered the supernatural administration, many concepts and research were not perfect. Theoretically, the Yinjing should have appeared as long as the city..."

Yejia interrupted him: "but if that's true, haven't the Yin wells gathered Yin Qi for thousands of years before the supernatural authority appeared?"

Liu Zhaocheng choked: "this... May be... With human development..."

Ye Jia's eyes were dark. He asked, "when did you put forward the concept of Yin well?"

"About thirty years ago."

"After the reorganization of the supernatural authority?"

Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "... Yes."

Yejia hung up and sent messages to several others.

Under the building.

In the distance, the milk tea shop on the corner is still open, but it is still as cold as last time.

The noise of news broadcast came from the electric appliance store through the glass.

"... supernatural events occur frequently everywhere. China is urgently formulating relevant measures to ensure the safety of people's lives and property..."

Yejia withdrew his sight.

The last time he came under the building, it was still hot summer.

Now, the season is approaching autumn. Although there is still the aftertaste of summer in the air, the slightly cold temperature has begun to spread, invading the earth through thin clothes.

The old building stands quietly in front of us, and a gloomy atmosphere emerges from the dark corridor,

Soon, a cry came from a distance:

"Hello! Ye Ge! "

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

Chen Qingye, Wei yuechu and blast were walking towards him. Wei yuechu waved to him and trotted all the way to him: "ah, why are you so anxious to call us here?"

Yezei pursed his lips and looked at Chen Qingye: "have you taken what I asked you to bring?"

Chen Qingye nodded.

He opened his backpack and took out three detection instruments.

"Ha?" Blast raised his eyebrows and said, "what are you doing with this?"

Yezei said, "this is the most precise detection instrument we have collected. It is much more sensitive than the detection of breath."

Wei yuechu frowned: "what are we looking for?"

"Malicious." Yejia said.

Several people were stunned: "malicious?"

"It is very similar to Yin Qi, but it is darker and more vicious. It can even pollute the fierce ghost." Looking at the people's slightly surprised expression, Yejia continued: "the floor area of this building is too large, so we'd better act separately."

Wei yuechu weighed the instrument in his hand and looked up at Yezei: "what about you?"

Yejia took out his little black hand from his pocket and shook it: "I use it."

People: "

Wait, isn't this the one-time prop you said?

The little black hand waved friendly to the three people in front of him: "Hi!"

Everyone: "......"

What the fuck is this?

Yejia seemed to have no intention to explain. He put his little black hand on his shoulder and turned to the other three people:

"Let's go. If you find anything, feel free to contact."

He turned his head to Ji Xuan, who was standing on one side, paused without trace, and slowly said:

"Just wait for us outside."

Ji Xuan's lips were slightly hooked, and a trace of smile passed through the dark red pupil. He answered softly:

"OK."

In the building.

Iron doors were closed, and the gray walls were full of graffiti marks. There was no popularity in the whole building, only the sound of steady footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

The autumn sun shines through the fuzzy and dirty glass, barely illuminating the dark environment in front of us.

After the murder, the residents in the building moved away again and again. Coupled with the subsequent night travel of ghosts, it has almost become an abandoned empty building.

Yejia walked forward alone. His tall and straight figure was outlined by a faint light, which was particularly clear in the gloomy corridor.

Little black grabbed his shoulder tightly and looked around all the way looking for any clues.

They went deeper and deeper.

The little black hand asked, "ah... Speaking of it, why do you suddenly think of going back and forth here?"

"There are so many skinned girls and so many dead places. Is there anything special here?" It scratched its palm and asked, "moreover, didn't the people in your administration have checked here once?"

Yegah looked into the darkness in the distance and said:

"Why did a young girl enter the building alone?"

He silently glanced over the corridor in front of him and the locked rooms, and continued: "the file says that there are no relatives and friends in this building, and her address is on the other side of the city. However, she took the ghost bus and rushed to most of the city from afar, just to die in this building. Why do you think?"

The little black hand was stunned: "you mean...?"

"Yes." Yezei nodded, a pair of pale eyes narrowed slightly, looked around at the particularly gloomy environment in front of him, and said calmly:

"It's more important than who died and where."

——The location of this building is the key point.

They went on, inch by inch, searching for any strange fluctuations.

Just then, Yejia's cell phone rang.

When he connected his mobile phone, there was a buzzing current sound in the microphone. Wei yuechu's voice came intermittently from the other side of the microphone. Her voice sounded unstable: "... Basement... Come on..."

She seems to have found something.

Yejia was refreshed.

He put his cell phone back in his pocket and hurried to the basement as fast as he could.

The light in the basement was even dimmer, and the light tube above the head flickered slightly, making a Zizi sound, illuminating the messy and dirty rough wall.

The air floated with a gloomy stench.

Wei yuechu stood at the end of the corridor. His beautiful face was slightly heavy. He clenched the still buzzing electric saw in his hand. The wall in front of him had been broken by violence.

Inside the wall, countless dried bones appeared. The skulls were stacked with skulls. They all showed a form of almost dried corpses, as if all the water in the * * had been drained, and the grayish brown skin collapsed tightly on the bones. Each face showed a distorted and painful expression, and behind those bones, a huge totem appeared, It was deeply branded on the wall, as if it had been integrated with the wall, and looked terrible.

The other two came one after another.

Blast gasped in surprise: "what's this?!"

Although Chen Qingye looked much calmer, his chest with slightly faster ups and downs also showed that he was not very calm.

Yezei turned to Chen Qingye and said, "have you brought the map?"

Chen Qingye nodded and took out a map of M city from his backpack.

Yejia spread the map on the open ground, and then stretched out his hand: "pen."

Chen Qingye handed the pencil to Yejia.

Yezei first found the location of the building on the map, made a mark, and then looked up at Chen Qingye: "where were the bodies of other skinned girls found?"

Chen Qingye squatted down beside the map and pointed on the city map:

"Here, and here..."

After finishing the marking, Yejia turned to Wei yuechu: "where is the woman whose heart was dug out?"

Wei yuechu pointed it out.

After Yezei marked the place where all the bodies were found, he circled four places again.

Three known negative wells.

There is also an Yinjing bought by Ji Xuan.

Finally, with a slight pause, he smoothed the folded corner of the city and slowly drew a circle on the location of the cemetery in the suburb of the city.

Yejia connected all these points in chronological order.

The other three people watched his movements for unknown reasons. Wei yuechu frowned, tilted his head, examined the pattern on the map and asked, "what's this?"

At this time, the little black hand poked out from Yejia's shoulder. After observing the pattern in front of him for a while, he suddenly said:

"This is the door."

Everyone was surprised and looked at the little black hand one after another.

The little black hand was startled and instinctively shrank back, but he was caught in the palm of Yejia's hand.

Yezei frowned slightly: "door?"

The little black hand shook his fingers and said, "yes, I once told you that all our fierce ghosts come out of the door."

——One day, the door suddenly opened.

——The door is right there. You can come out as long as you see it.

It added: "however, the small doors we passed were only two or three meters high."

The little black hand looked at the map and continued:

"I really haven't seen such a big door."