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

Pan Yingwen frowned. This strange aura was definitely not an ordinary B-level one, it should be the peak of B-level.

The man holding the umbrella didn't give Pan Yingwen any time to think. He took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Pan Yingwen.

Pan Yingwen's reaction was also extremely quick. He disappeared almost at the same time and appeared ten meters away.

His heart was beating like a drum and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Pan Yingwen had a strong premonition that as long as the other party was one step faster than him or surpassed him, he would definitely die.

My only task now is to delay time.

Pan Yingwen threw the machete in his hand at the person holding the umbrella.

The machete melted just as it was about to touch the opponent. The worst thing was that the opponent took another step forward at a speed that was frightening.

After Pan Yingwen cursed, he teleported ten meters away.

The weirdness before my eyes was too dangerous.

All the vehicles behind the other party melted and reshaped, and the weird scene was creepy.

Pan Yingwen felt that the situation in front of him was extremely dangerous. As long as the other party was one step faster than him, he would melt into wax.

His nerves were stretched to the limit, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

The opponent obviously did not play by the rules and started teleporting.

This sudden change caught Pan Yingwen off guard. He had no idea how many meters the other party would teleport this time.

The fear of the unknown made Pan Yingwen break out in cold sweat on his back.

The man holding the umbrella stood where Pan Yingwen had just stayed, and a shocking pool of blood slowly emerged.

This time, the face reflected in the pool of blood was not the face of the umbrella-holding ghost, but Pan Yingwen's own face.

The umbrella-holding ghost only glanced at the pool of blood, but Pan Yingwen, who was ten meters away, instantly noticed something was wrong.

He just felt a strange itch on his right arm. When he looked down, he saw a small insect as black as ink growing on his right arm. The insect drilled into his blood vessels and disappeared.

Pan Yingwen's right arm began to melt and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pan Yingwen's right arm melted into liquid like wax, along with the flesh and bones. The liquid dripped onto the ground and gradually formed a small hill of wax.

The melting was still going on. Pan Yingwen pulled hard with his left hand and tore open his black plain clothes.

As the plain clothes tore, a blood-red shroud was instantly revealed inside.

The moment his shroud was exposed, the melting of Pan Yingwen's body began to slow down gradually.

"Oh shit!"

Pan Yingwen couldn't help but swear.

This shroud was an item he obtained from a B-level copy, and it can withstand B-level weird attacks.

But the shroud is not complete, it has no sleeves.

If the shroud had had sleeves, his arms wouldn't have melted completely.

Pan Yingwen frowned tightly. Isn’t there clearly another player on this highway?

Why hasn't he arrived yet? What the hell is going on with this guy? Did he fall apart? Or did he suddenly go crazy?

Pan Yingwen had been in the Supernatural Department for a few months after all, so he knew the nature of these players very well.

In front of ordinary people, they always look like heroes and supermen, but in front of people who are also players, they look like heroes and supermen.

This is shit, and it’s really unreliable shit.

There are always some extremely unreliable people, like when they were doing a task, they ran to buy a bottle of Erguotou and ended up getting themselves drunk. He has seen even more outrageous situations.

At this critical moment, even though he had accepted the mission, he was nowhere to be seen.

Pan Yingwen gritted his teeth. If he died this time, he would never let the other party go even if he became a ghost.

The umbrella ghost disappeared again, and Pan Yingwen reacted as fast as lightning, teleporting twenty meters away in an instant.

This time, the ghost holding the umbrella did not stay where Pan Yingwen had just stood.

It stopped just three meters away from Pan Yingwen.

Pan Yingwen could even clearly smell the strong and disgusting smell of rust.

When he saw the face of the person under the umbrella, a drop of cold sweat quietly slid down his forehead.

The wind on the bridge was still blowing, and the cold morning wind blew mercilessly on Pan Yingwen's back, which was soaked with cold sweat, bringing a biting chill.

The person holding the umbrella turned the umbrella slightly, and the next moment, the person holding the umbrella disappeared without a trace again.

Pan Yingwen's nerves tensed up instantly, and he dodged twenty meters away again.

This time, the umbrella-holding ghost seemed to know his movements very well and stopped one meter away from him.

Such a close distance made Pan Yingwen's heart beat rapidly.

As long as the umbrella-holding ghost is one step faster than him, he will surely die. Even if he is wearing a shroud, he cannot resist the signs of melting.

Fear was like an icy tide, constantly hitting his heart.

Because as long as Pan Yingwen is not dead, the umbrella ghost must guess the number of steps with Pan Yingwen. The umbrella ghost can guess wrong countless times, but Pan Yingwen will definitely die if he guesses wrong once.

This time, the umbrella ghost did not take a step forward, but instead reached out and grabbed Pan Yingwen's heart.

The distance was so close that Pan Yingwen felt cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall.

He was filled with despair. His weapon, the machete, had just been melted in the dungeon, and now he was only wearing a half-finished shroud.

Pan Yingwen could only teleport again, but unexpectedly, the person holding the umbrella also teleported with Pan Yingwen.

This time, the umbrella ghost did not take a step forward but reached out and grabbed Pan Yingwen's heart.

Now I only have a half-finished shroud on my body. If he gets hit by one claw, I will probably die immediately.

Pan Yingwen looked back at the pregnant woman who was still trying to escape, feeling extremely anxious.

He found that he was getting closer and closer to the pregnant woman. Pan Yingwen's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his heart was beating as violently as a drum.

The claws of the umbrella-holding monster attacked directly like lightning.

next moment

A pitch-black flying blade flashing with cold light suddenly brushed past Pan Yingwen's hair and shot towards the umbrella-holding ghost.

The flying blade was extremely fast. It instantly pierced the palm of the umbrella-holding ghost's hand and turned into wax liquid in the air.

It was at this moment that Pan Yingwen seized the opportunity, teleported at high speed, and created some distance between himself and the umbrella-holding ghost.

"Why the hell did you just come? What's your name? I'll report you later!"

Pan Yingwen looked down at his watch and said with lingering fear, breathing heavily.

The thrilling scene just now made his body tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"I'm already fast."

Nan Yu was breathing slightly as he spoke.

It only took him fifty seconds to run all the way from the highway entrance to the exit.

This speed was already his best effort.

What's more, he is still a newcomer who has not yet passed the regularization period.

Pan Yingwen turned his head to look at Nanyu and was stunned.

Nanyu in front of him looked very young, only eighteen years old at most.

His face was full of childishness, just like a beginner player who hadn't even grown all his hair yet.

"This is too unreliable. Finding a beginner player who hasn't even grown all his hair to delay me? Five minutes?"

Pan Yingwen was so angry that he almost laughed. No matter how weak he was, he at least delayed for fifty seconds. Now, here came such a young brat.