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

Nan Yu slowly stepped into the building of the Supernatural Department of Yixue City. As soon as he entered, he saw a beautiful woman in uniform and black stockings standing at the door and walking towards him.

She has a pretty face and a professional and charming smile.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

"I'm here to participate in the regularization copy."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman revealed a perfect professional smile, as if this smile had been practiced countless times, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

"Okay, please follow me."

The beauty turned slightly sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Nan Yu followed behind her, and behind him was Ye Xinyuan.

Ye Xinyuan's face looked a little worried.

Nan Yu followed the beautiful woman in black stockings to the door of a room on the third floor.

The beauty stopped and said softly

"When you go in, tell us your dungeon level, and someone will take you to a random dungeon mode."

"Not broadcasting live this time?" Nanyu asked with a slight frown.

In the past, all the dungeons we participated in would be broadcast live to the public.

The black silk beauty shook her head gently and explained patiently

"Headquarters stipulates that the regularization copies will not be broadcast live to the public. Headquarters will have people to screen the talented and strong ones, so you don't have to worry."

Nanyu nodded thoughtfully.

Just as he was about to push open the door, Ye Xinyuan beside him suddenly grabbed his hand.

Ye Xinyuan's eyes were filled with deep worry, and her voice was soft, as if with a hint of pleading.

"Mr. Nan...Mr. Nanyu, please come back alive."

Nanyu looked at Ye Xinyuan

"Yeah, I'll try my best."

"Guarding the heroes of the world, I hope you return safely."

The beautiful woman in black stockings said one last word.

Nanyu slowly opened the door, and before his eyes was a vast expanse of white world, so pure without a trace of impurities that it looked like a resting space.

"Are you here to get a permanent position? Come over here."

A hoarse, smoke-like voice suddenly sounded, immediately attracting Nanyu's attention.

Nanyu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in black squatting in an inconspicuous corner in the white world.

This person's existence seems particularly abrupt in this white world.

This man deliberately wore black clothes, probably to attract attention.

Black is so striking.

Nanyu took a step forward and walked towards the man in black.

As he approached, the man in black slowly stood up from the ground.

Only then was Nanyu able to see the full appearance of the man in black.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, dark circles under his eyes, and messy hair that stood up in a disorderly manner as if it had been blown up by a fart.

"What's your rating?"

The middle-aged man in black asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"S-level."

"Yeah okay...not right."

"What did you say? S-rank?"

The middle-aged man was startled at first, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Then, he looked at Nanyu with deep regret.

"You're really lucky, kid."

The middle-aged man shook his head, his expression showing no envy at all.

"what's your name?"

"Any last words you'd like to say?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket.

He gently opened the notebook and quickly flipped through a dozen pages.

Judging from the degree of wear and tear on the notebook and the dense handwriting on it, he seemed to often write down last words for others.

"Nanyu."

"I don't have anything to say. I won't die, and I can't die."

"I won't die and can't die. Okay, that's all."

The middle-aged man seemed to have not heard Nanyu's previous words at all.

He wrote directly the content after "I will not die and cannot die" in the notebook. At the end, he wrote a name neatly below the last sentence - Nanyu.

Seeing this, Nanyu couldn't help but feel speechless, but then he thought, forget it, just write it.

After the middle-aged man finished writing, he waved his hand heroically, and a blood-red door suddenly appeared in this pure white land.

The blood-red color was extremely dazzling. Then, the middle-aged man turned around and waved his hand again, and the blood gate began to quickly change from red to black.

The black door exuded a strong and tangible ominous aura.

Two lines of words gradually appeared on the door

One line is "Chinese horror",

One line is "Western Horror".

The two lines of text began to overlap rapidly, so fast that it was dizzying and impossible to see the specific content.

Finally, the overlapping speed gradually slowed down, and four blood-red words appeared on the door.

——Chinese horror.

"It's over, kid."

"If you'd thought about suicide before coming here, then you could have died, but why did you come here to participate in this dungeon? Are you looking for trouble? Do you hate yourself that much?"

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it while cursing.

As soon as the words "Chinese horror" came out, the black door suddenly underwent a huge change.

Black, rotten flowers grew on the door frame, and a blood-red staircase extended to Nanyu's feet.

The stairs were covered with blood-red flowers and rotten bones, and white round paper money burned for the dead fell from the air.

The whole scene was like the gate to hell, which made people shudder.

"Chinese style? What's wrong?" Nanyu asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"You little brat, have you never seen a horror movie? What kind of ghost appears most often in them? Female ghosts!"

The middle-aged man had a look of disappointment on his face.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and pointed to the door.

"See that black door? It'll turn white if you clear the level. Forget it, there's no point telling you what's next. You're already dead."

The middle-aged man's voice could be clearly heard in the first few words, but it became quieter as he spoke later on, and he no longer had any hope for Nan Yu's life.

Nanyu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes calm.

Chinese style? Female ghost? Is she as scary as me?

Nanyu didn't waste any more words with the middle-aged man and resolutely stepped onto the bloody stairs.

In an instant, a cold, damp and biting chill hit me in the face, as if countless ice needles were piercing my skin.

Nanyu had made all the preparations before coming. He and Maple Leaf had cooperated many times and had established a preliminary sense of tacit understanding after dozens of times of running-in.

He walked up the stairs to the door in a few steps.

The bloody words "Chinese Horror" on the door reminded Nanyu of blood words, but the blood words gave him the feeling that his fate was engraved into his bones, heavy and depressing.

Nan Yu gripped the door handle tightly, pushed hard, and the door slowly opened.

The moment he stepped in, he felt as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old glacier. The extreme coldness made his whole body freeze.

A woman's sad voice came to my ears.

"What is love?"

Then, another sigh.

"Love? Alas."