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

In an instant, an extremely fierce flame shot up into the sky like a roaring dragon, and then rolling black clouds quickly spread out.

The moment the fire was ignited, the raging flames spread rapidly with the force of a rotten wood, and the surrounding dry grass was instantly reduced to ashes in this violent heat wave.

Amid the roar of the explosion, some black pieces of flesh flew out.

The huge impact created a huge hole in the ground. The edge of the hole was charred black and the soil was blown everywhere.

The strong firelight stung their eyes so much that they couldn't open them at all.

Nan Yu subconsciously took a few steps back. The immense pain came like a tide, making him break out in a cold sweat.

He had indeed just used the fourth-level move from "The Fragments of Pain" - Broken Arms and Burning the Sky.

This move simply requires tearing off any of the caster's limbs and throwing them forcefully at the designated target, which will instantly cause a violent explosion.

It is roughly equivalent to the power of a huge bomb exploding.

At the same time, Li Mingjie and his group endured the disgusting stench on the key and inserted the key into the copper lock without hesitation.

They knew in their hearts that time was running out and there was no room for hesitation.

After they were ready, they entered the "Wedding Hall" first and prepared to search it carefully.

The moment the door slowly opened, the light of the flashlight was like a ray of hope, completely illuminating the entire room.

Everywhere you look, you see a bright red. The bright red creates a festive atmosphere, yet also exudes a gloomy feeling.

There are countless bright red "囍" on the wall, like a pair of blood-red eyes constantly peeking at everyone.

After everyone entered the room, their attention was immediately attracted by the red candles placed on the long red velvet cloth and the red object that Li Mingjie failed to see clearly last time.

Everyone slowly approached the long table covered with red velvet.

The red velvet is soft and luxurious. A feather duster, a large dustpan, a red umbrella and a pair of red scissors are placed on the table in order.

Most of these items are commonly found in ordinary people's homes.

Among these familiar objects, there was only one thing on the table that no one had seen before.

"Hiss, this thing is a bit heavy, what is it used for?

"Li Mingjie said doubtfully while holding the thing in his hand.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to what was in each other's hands.

It was an object made of pure gold, shining brightly in the dim light.

It is indeed not too light in the hand, it feels heavy.

The shape of that thing was like a knife but not like it. The blade was narrow and slender, with delicate texture on the surface. The metal part of the handle was slender but short, with a sharp tip, as if it could pierce the air at any time.

"What is this? Why does it look like a torture device?"

"And what's with all the stuff on this table? What's the use of a feather duster and a dustpan? They're just cluttering up all these useless things."

There was a hint of irritation in Wen Zishang's voice. As he spoke, he scratched his head. It seemed that his old problem had come back again.

He casually pulled over a chair next to the futon and sat down on it, his movements somewhat roughly.

Then he took out a bag of Cordyceps sinensis from his pocket, lit it skillfully with a flip-top lighter, and started smoking.

The lighter in Wen Zishang's hand was still a flip-top metal lighter, but the lit flame was green and emitted a pungent smell.

Smoke curled up, and he picked up the cigarette and waved it forward, looking around at everyone and asked:

"Do you want to smoke? This is good stuff." He spoke vaguely, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Jiali raised his eyebrows, took a cigarette from the box, took the lighter, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Thanks."

Wang Jiaxue shook her head slightly to express her refusal.

Zhang Jiaqiao waved his hand with some disgust, as if the smell of the cigarette was unbearable for him.

"Tsk, a top student is not the same as us little hooligans."

Wen Zishang sighed and looked at Li Mingjie.

"Do you smoke or not? Stop pretending."

"Tsk, let me pump your breasts. How can you still pump in a place like this?"

Li Mingjie held the mysterious thing in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and extended it to the other person, meaning to light it for him.

Wen Zishang smiled and pointed the lit cigarette in his mouth at the other person's cigarette. After a while, the entire "wedding hall" was filled with smoke.

"Hey, your lighter is also a prop." Li Mingjie teased.

"That's for sure." Wen Zishang said casually after exhaling smoke.

Zhang Jiaqiao looked at the bad boy Bangbang smoking, feeling helpless and tired.

He frowned slightly and sighed softly. Fortunately, there was a normal person like him, Wang Jiaxue, accompanying him, which made him feel a little comforted.

"Give me what you have in your hand, Li Mingjie." Zhang Jiaqiao said in a steady and firm voice.

"Oh, here you go."

Li Mingjie casually handed the metal object to the other party.

As soon as the thing was in Zhang Jiaqiao's hand, his arm sank slightly.

Zhang Jiaqiao took the thing and looked carefully at the other items on the long table.

He couldn't figure out what the thing in his hand was used for, so after thinking for a moment, he put it on the table.

Then he picked up the feather duster and weighed it.

In such a festive room, the feather duster looks particularly out of place.

Aren't feather dusters used for dusting? Why is it here?

Wang Jiaxue on the side began to explore around the room.

She walked carefully, scanning every corner with sharp eyes.

Zhang Jiaqiao untied the cloth hanging from the long table and found that the bottom was not empty, but contained drawers and cabinets.

Zhang Jiaqiao opened all the cabinets and drawers, and found only a yellowed and wrinkled booklet.

The booklet seemed to carry the vicissitudes of time, and the paper was so fragile that it seemed like it would break with the slightest touch.

Wen Zishang and the other two had almost finished smoking, so they put out their cigarettes and came over.

Zhang Jiaqiao frowned slightly, somewhat disgusted by the lingering smell of smoke.

The pungent smell made him wrinkle his nose and felt a little unhappy.

"What is this?" Wen Zishang asked curiously, his eyes fixed on the booklet in Zhang Jiaqiao's hand.

Zhang Jiaqiao opened the booklet and saw the first page read:

The Qiao family's rules for women.

Those big characters are vigorous and powerful, yet reveal a sense of oppression.

"Qiao family women's rules? They are aimed at women again." Li Mingjie looked a little unnatural.

Turning to the second page, it said that all women who married into the Qiao family had to go into the "Wedding Hall" to accept the rules.

It mentions sweeping away bad luck, which means using a feather duster to sweep the bride's body, symbolizing sweeping away the bad luck on the bride.

Everything on the long table was for women, like the large winnowing basket, which was used to place the chair Wen Zishang had just sat on on the winnowing basket for the bride to sit on for a few hours.

The booklet said that it meant to smooth over the bride's sharpness and make her more docile...

"What the hell, what kind of bad habits are these?"

Li Mingjie's tone was full of disgust, almost rolling his eyes.