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

"What temple? I want to refuse..."

Li Mingjie spoke weakly, his face full of reluctance.

"If you don't go, you'll die. Requiring all players to participate means Shangguan Qingye and the others have to participate too. We don't even know if they're dead or alive right now."

Zhang Jiaqiao stood up from the ground, adjusted the frame of his glasses, and looked at everyone.

There is nothing we can do now that things have come to this. We can only take things one step at a time.

Now they haven't even reached the Qiao family residence yet, and they haven't completed any of the tasks issued by the system. Instead, they have accepted two side quests, and there is no end in sight before they can complete them.

"So this is an S-level dungeon? I haven't completed a single quest yet, but I've already received two side quests. I can't imagine how difficult SS-level and SSS-level dungeons are."

"The arrival of an S-class enemy is already a headache for Dragon Nation. If another SS or SSS enemy comes along, Dragon Nation will be annihilated."

Li Mingjie spoke with melancholy, his eyes full of worry.

"Heh, why are you thinking so much now? I told you to hang yourself before you came, but you didn't listen. Now that you're here, you can't save the world, so why are you moaning and groaning like that?"

Wen Zishang sneered coldly, with a hint of disdain on his face.

In Wen Zishang's opinion, excessive worry and emotion are meaningless. Only by focusing on the task at hand can one survive.

"You... you dead kid, it's really rude of you to call me that again."

Li Mingjie is only twenty years old this year, in the prime of his youth. He doesn't want to hang himself. The reason he can come to participate in the S-level copy is because he is afraid of death and can't bring himself to kill himself.

I should be thankful that I mustered up the courage to join the dungeon and find a way to survive.

"Mr. Detective, please... please."

His vision was dim and Sun Jiangou fell while going up the stairs.

"Okay, we'll help."

They can't help, but the problem is that if they don't help, they will surely die.

As soon as Li Mingjie opened the door, he saw Sun Jiangou standing at the door with blood all over his face and a disgusting and scary appearance.

Li Mingjie swallowed and felt a surge of fear in his heart.

"Let's help. Isn't there a clinic here? Why do we have to go to the temple?"

Li Mingjie suppressed the fear in his heart and brought up a random topic.

"Thank you, sir."

Sun Jiangou shook Li Mingjie's hand with gratitude. This sudden action scared Li Mingjie.

His eyes fell on Sun Jiangou's hands, and he saw that both hands had only three fingers. The missing ends looked like they had been chopped off by a blunt object. The twisted shape looked like chicken claws, which was shocking.

"You're welcome. Serving the people is what we should do."

Li Mingjie showed the same official expression as Shangguan Qingye and spoke the same official words.

Li Mingjie and Sun Jiangou went downstairs, and the others followed suit.

The rain gradually subsided and the air was filled with a damp smell.

Sun Jiangou's mother was lying on the ground with a pale face, her mouth was cut by the porcelain pieces and the flesh was turned inside out.

He covered his stomach and muttered something, his expression of pain was unbearable to look at.

Sun Jiangou told Li Mingjie and the others that there was no clinic in the town. Anyone who was sick, got married, farmed, built a house, etc. needed to go to a temple called "Pulian Temple" to pray for the ancestors' protection and baptism.

After being baptized, the townspeople will not get sick for a year, and the crops will not suffer from drought or rain.

No one believed what Sun Jiangou said at all. After all, this was an S-level copy, and there might be some danger waiting for them in the temple.

Li Mingjie looked at Sun Jiangou's mother lying on the ground and felt troubled. How could he carry her on his back?

We can't let that chicken-clawed Sun Jiangou carry us, right? That's too unrealistic.

"Let's find a plank of wood to use as a stretcher and lift it up."

Zhang Jiaqiao looked out the window and spoke, his eyes revealing a hint of calmness.

"well."

Sun Jiangou rushed out the door immediately, his anxiety was beyond words.

After he left, Zhang Jiaqiao immediately spoke:

"Li Mingjie, Wen Zishang, the two of you go out and carry the wooden planks. Jiali and Wang Jiaxue, go search the inner room for any clues."

While Sun Jiangou is out, I can search the inner room that I haven't been to yet.

Jiali and Wang Jiaxue immediately went into the inner room and began searching.

Although Li Mingjie was reluctant, he had no choice but to follow Wen Zishang out.

Zhang Jiaqiao squatted on the ground, leaning close to Sun Jiangou's mother's ear and listening to her murmurs.

"I miss you so much."

"miss."

Sun Jiangou's mother kept murmuring these two words, like the last straw for a drowning man.

The furnishings in the inner room were simple, with a large double bed and a single bed next to the window. The three members of the family all slept in one room.

There is a bedside table next to the double bed, a wardrobe next to the single bed, and an old-fashioned rocking clock hanging on the wall.

The whole room seems a bit crowded, but it also reveals a simple atmosphere of life.

Jiali and Wang Jiaxue carefully searched every corner, hoping to find some clues related to the copy mission.

I opened the bedside table and found only some simple daily necessities inside.

There were only a few worn-out clothes in the closet, nothing special.

Jiali looked at the old clock. The clock hands were turning slowly, making a slight sound.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the time on the clock.

"13:53", it's almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

Nowadays, people have almost no idea about the speed of time.

"Jiaxue, do you have any time-testing tools?"

Wang Jiaxue paused for a second as she rummaged through the items before shaking her head. "I don't have any. I only have a date-detecting tool."

"Oh, okay."

Jiali was a little disappointed. The test date and test time were completely different concepts.

If everyone did not have the props to detect time, it would certainly be impossible for them to stay at Sun Gou'er's house for the next six days. It would be a huge trouble if they did not know the speed of time flow.

The two searched again and found nothing useful.

Jiali kept the current time firmly in mind. This was only the first day of the copy.

There were footsteps outside, and the two hurried out from the inner room.

"Have you found anything?" Zhang Jiaqiao asked.

Seeing the two of them shaking their heads, he sighed. It’s not that easy to find clues to the copy.

"But I know the time now. It's almost two o'clock in the afternoon," said Jiali.

Zhang Jiaqiao nodded and told the two of them everything that his great-grandson Jiangou's mother had murmured.

Those words of "missing" seem to hide some important information, yet are elusive.

Li Mingjie and the other man carried the wooden board into the house. The board was wet and smelled of rain.

Everyone worked together to lift Sun Jiangou's mother onto the wooden board, ready to follow Sun Jiangou to the "Pulian Temple".

……

Nanyu and the other two followed Sun Gou'er, preparing to go home and reunite with everyone, but they met a group of people when they turned a corner.