Infinite flow: I have a trick! I have a trick for fighting ghosts

Chapter 112: Dead Flower Town 52 [Human Face Sophora Flower]

Nanyu stared quietly at the dilemma before him, and an indescribable sense of excitement surged in his heart.

The feeling was like a strong electric current, quickly shooting up from the toes, rushing all the way to the tailbone, bringing a tingling and trembling sensation.

At this critical moment, he seemed to be able to clearly hear his own heartbeat, each beat like a war drum, foreshadowing the impending life and death decision.

This feeling of being on the edge of life and death is so exciting and refreshing.

Every cell seemed to be awakened. Nanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind was rapidly thinking of various possible countermeasures.

At this time, Nanyu lowered his voice and asked Wusheng softly:

"Wusheng, are you willing to cooperate with me?" Nanyu was well aware of his current situation. He lowered his position appropriately because in his and many people's eyes, Wusheng was a ghost with special abilities that made him immune to most of the harm that ghosts could do to people.

Therefore, silence is undoubtedly a handy weapon. At this critical moment, if we can get Wusheng's help, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Wusheng nodded slightly, his gaze slowly turning to Nanyu, his eyes full of sincerity and piety.

"If possible, I'd like to be your best blade to stab your enemies."

Wusheng's voice was soft, but it was filled with endless determination.

If I could, I would be willing to turn into a sword that kills gods.

If possible, I would be your faithful servant.

If possible, I would be your most loyal dog.

If I could, I would dance with death with you.

"good very good."

Nanyu smiled, and there was a hint of madness and determination in that smile.

He picked up the umbrella, pointed the tip at the boy's head, and stabbed it hard again.

With a "puff", the sharp tip of the umbrella pierced through the opponent's head, but the young ghost did not die.

The young Gui's rotten baby face was extremely angry, and his mouth opened and closed, accusing and scolding Nan Yu.

At the same time, the resurrected locust tree quickly swung its thick vines towards several people.

Li Mingjie and others could only dodge in panic or use life-saving props to resist the attacks of the vines.

"What do you need me to do?" Wusheng asked Nanyu.

"Wusheng, help me control it. I need to get rid of that locust tree first."

"Okay, go ahead."

Wusheng's response was concise and decisive.

Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the young ghost.

At this moment, his body was covered with dense, small and exquisite black handprints, and even his pale and handsome face was not spared.

These black handprints looked particularly hideous and terrifying against his pale face.

"Thank you."

I'll bring you some candy next time. Nanyu only uttered the first half of the sentence. The second half was too difficult for him to say. He couldn't bear to say such corny words.

A warm ripple quietly surged deep in his heart.

"Damn, you're really heavy!" Li Mingjie cursed as he dragged the dazed and distracted Wen Zishang, while nimbly dodging the continuous attacks of the vines.

Wen Zishang seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, his eyes were empty and he showed no reaction.

"I really don't understand what's wrong with you kid."

Li Mingjie was full of doubts. Wen Zishang was fine just now, why did he look like a walking corpse now?

While he was trying hard to avoid the attack of the vines, he was anxiously observing Wen Zishang's condition, his heart full of worry.

Every time the vines whistled past, his heart tightened, fearing that if he was not careful, the whip would hit the two of them and they would die.

The huge vines made of crazy flesh and blood were like a devil's whip from hell, lashing at everyone mercilessly.

Every time it missed, there would be violent shattering marks on the ground, gravel flying like bullets, and dust flying like thick fog.

The falling locust flowers had white petals covered with terrified and struggling human faces. Suddenly, one petal passed by Li Mingjie's nose like a ghost, and then floated away to somewhere unknown.

Li Mingjie's pupils shrank into needle-points in an instant, and his face was full of disbelief.

Because at the moment when the petals passed by him, he saw clearly the face struggling in fear in the petals. It was Wen Zishang's face!

The face on the petals seemed to be asking Li Mingjie for help, and the desperate look in his eyes pierced his heart like an arrow.

Li Mingjie felt his stomach churning and a strong feeling of nausea surged into his heart.

Nanyu raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the huge flesh-and-blood locust tree and the people who were dodging frantically.

The flesh-and-blood locust tree looked like a hideous monster, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

Under the attack of the flesh and blood vines, everyone fled in all directions like panicked ants.

The white locust flowers flying all over the sky, falling like snowflakes, attracted all of Nanyu's attention.

He stretched out his hand, caught a locust flower flying towards him, and took a closer look at it.

There was a face struggling and calling for help on the locust flower, the face was distorted and terrified.

"Are you also a soul-binder? Interesting, really interesting."

Nanyu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

Nan Yu picked up the umbrella sword without hesitation, holding the skull tightly in one hand, and rushed towards the place where the flesh and blood vines were waving.

His figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling through the flying locust flowers.

Li Mingjie, who was holding Wen Zishang, was extremely exhausted at the moment. The heavy burden made him sweat profusely and gasp for breath.

The bloody locust tree seemed to have gone mad, with more than a dozen vines like devil's arms flying all over the sky, lashing at several people frantically.

Li Mingjie could only concentrate on pulling Wen Wen Zishang while trying his best to avoid these deadly attacks.

Just at this moment, two vines among the vines in the sky attacked Li Mingjie straightly like poisonous snakes locking onto their prey.

Li Mingjie really had no way to retreat this time, and his face was full of despair.

"Tired, destroy."

Endless fatigue and despair surged in Li Mingjie's heart.

He looked at the two vines that were attacking him like demons, knowing that he had no way to escape.

"I can only wait for time to turn back." He thought helplessly, his heart full of regret and unwillingness.

"Next time I look back, I must know how this kid's soul appeared in that locust flower." He gritted his teeth and swore secretly.

Just as the terrifying vine was about to hit Li Mingjie, who had his eyes closed and was ready to give up, a severed finger slid across the sky like a strange meteor and slammed into the vine.

In an instant, the severed finger collided with the vine, and violent red snowflakes instantly bloomed like a bloody fireworks feast.

The blood of the flesh and blood vines splattered everywhere, dyeing everything around it a disgusting red.

Li Mingjie closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but the expected pain did not come.

With doubt and uneasiness, he slowly opened one eye and looked carefully.