Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Following the map navigation, Ling Ye and Sheng Xiao walked through narrow alleys and for a while until they arrived at an abandoned garage, where they saw the rusty roller shutter door covered with colorful posters.

A fat man wearing sunglasses stood at the door. Seeing the two of them arrive, he lazily spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and asked with a wicked smile.

"Are these the two lads who will replace Keith and Paul?"

In this situation, whether it's yes or no, you have to say yes, so Lingye nodded.

"Yes."

"Come with me."

The fat man turned around and opened the roller shutter, gesturing for the two to follow.

At the end of the garage, there was a downward staircase. Ling Ye and Sheng Xiao followed each other, and with each step they took deeper into the garage, the light above their heads dimmed a little, and the air gradually began to fill with the pungent smell of blood and sweat.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the three of them turned a corner and saw a heavy, soundproof door standing there. The entire door was covered in soundproof black leather, with a ring of rivets around the edge.

The moment the fat man pushed open the door, a wave of heat and noise hit them, and they were immediately enveloped in a loud cacophony.

"You all know the rules here, right? We'll search you later, and you can't bring any weapons," the fat man said in a deep voice. "One against four, and if those infected don't die, you can't leave the arena."

Sheng Xiao casually replied, "Oh, so you mean, killing them is all that's needed? And then what?"

"Then you will receive the agreed-upon payment." The fat man took out a wad of banknotes and waved them in front of him. "Of course, if you perform well, you may have the opportunity to stay and work for Mr. J."

Money, this mission rewards money, but what about the weapon reward mentioned in the rules?

I'm afraid I'll have to meet this Mr. J.

Before that, you have to win the ring first.

Ling Ye asked succinctly, "When does it start?"

"Soon, once the ground is cleaned up..."

……

Under the bright light of the industrial chandelier, the bloodstains floating on the ground inside the octagonal iron cage were being washed clean by basin after basin of cold water.

The surrounding shadows were filled with an excited crowd, thick smoke and the smell of alcohol filled the entire space, and dull thuds and shouts rose in waves.

It's hard to imagine that Layton City, which was about to be completely devoured by the virus, has become a breeding ground for malice, allowing a group of ambitious people with resources to increasingly unscrupulously control the life and death of ordinary people in order to satisfy their pursuit of entertainment and excitement.

Ling Ye was all too familiar with this scene, having spent four whole years in the border arena.

Those voices betting frantically, laughing and joking as if life were nothing, are not human, but lowly trapped beasts. They live through today, but tomorrow they will continue to fight for victory or defeat, endlessly cycling in despair until they die.

...The cage door was closed behind it.

When Ling Ye came to his senses, he found that Sheng Xiao had been taken away to an unknown location.

He looked up and saw four infected people standing in front of him. They looked like normal people, but their mental state had completely collapsed.

The infected person on the left has heavy iron chains binding his limbs, his eyes are wide open and his pupils are bloodshot, and the blood vessels on his exposed skin are bulging, as if he is extremely angry.

The infected person in the middle had his eyes and mouth curved into a strange arc, his teeth were all exposed, and he kept waving his arms and legs, laughing in an extremely crazy way.

The infected person on the right has a severely swollen face, and tears are streaming from their eyes like a burst dam. They look extremely distressed and are emitting a piercing wail.

In addition, an infected person was crouching on the edge of the iron cage, shivering. The person huddled up, hiding their head between their knees, and kept their back to him.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear.

This is what's known as the "emotional virus."

They infinitely expand their emotional senses until they cross the line, completely devouring reason and turning into monsters.

Ling Ye had a preliminary conclusion in his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it any further. He only felt a dark shadow approaching in his vision. The infected person who liked the virus was laughing loudly and slammed him into the hard cage wall behind him.

At the same time, the infected individuals of the Anger and Sorrow viruses attacked from the left and right, each wielding a sharp dagger.

Yes, the infected in the ring have weapons, but the human challengers are unarmed and can only fight hand-to-hand.

Furthermore, these infected individuals are far faster, more aggressive, and physically stronger than ordinary humans.

Ling Ye swiftly dodged the fatal blow, then grabbed the hilt of another infected person's knife with his bare hands, and pinned him to the ground.

But he was quickly outmaneuvered by the highly agile Joy Infected, who circled behind him, grabbed his neck tightly, and tried to strangle him.

On the other side, the enraged infected leaped up, howling and frantically plunging the blade toward his heart.

At the critical moment, Ling Ye gritted his teeth, grabbed the infected man's arms, and suddenly twisted to the side, so that the knife barely avoided a vital spot and stabbed him in the shoulder.

Blood gushed out instantly. He used his waist and abdomen to propel himself up and leap into the air, using the momentum to fling the infected person against the cage wall behind him.

After the fierce impact, the infected person's strength loosened slightly, and Ling Ye took the opportunity to escape. A steel blade slid from his sleeve into his palm, and he swiftly and decisively slit the other person's throat on the spot.

He had taken it from an abandoned machine when he left the factory, and it wasn't discovered during the body search because it was easy to hide.

After killing the infected person, he immediately retreated cautiously, keeping a distance from the other two infected people.

Blood was still flowing. Due to the aftereffects of the skill, his mental and physical condition had deteriorated significantly in this game. He was feeling increasingly dizzy and uncomfortable, with the pain intensifying. Even his breathing and heartbeat were almost out of control.

He put the blade back into his sleeve, trying to calm himself down. But when he turned his gaze slightly, he saw that the fear-infected person who had been squatting on the edge of the iron cage had suddenly turned around and stared straight at him.

The other person's eyes were pitch black, as if hiding endless panic and despair, and they were trembling uncontrollably.

The infected person's bloodless lips parted slightly, as if trying to say something.

Ling Ye clearly didn't hear anything, but at that moment he only felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by a continuous humming sound like a bronze bell.

Fragmented memories played in rotation, dulling his mind and forcing him to relive those already painful moments.

For a moment, he couldn't tell where he was. Was he in a blood-soaked battlefield on the border, fighting for his life with a crippled leg? Or was he on a deserted island where evil spirits were worshipped, plunging a Tang sword into Yi Zanglan's heart?

……

The intense light from the overhead chandelier pulled him back to reality once again.

Ling Ye opened his eyes, and the next second he was shocked to see the corpse lying not far away.

It's not a joy-infected person, but Yi Zanglan.

Just like the night he killed her on the island of the underworld, covered in blood.

...No, this isn't true. She couldn't possibly be here, much less die for no reason.

However, an indescribable sense of fear instantly swept over Ling Ye, pinning him firmly to the spot, unable to break free.

The roar rose again, and the enraged infected man closed in, raising his knife once more and viciously plunging it into his heart.