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

The surroundings fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop in the air.

After Jiali took back the dagger in his hand, he turned around and looked at everyone.

"What's wrong with you? Speak."

"No... sister, you..."

Li Mingjie's voice trembled, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

There is someone in this team who is hiding his true abilities and possesses such a powerful tool.

Shangguan Qingye patted the dust off his body and stood up, still feeling terrified.

"Damn, sister, why didn't you use this thing earlier?"

Jiali seemed casual and lazy. She responded lightly:

"Oh, can't I use the front part if I don't want to?"

"Ancient Photographic Camera" is a permanent item that Jiali accidentally obtained.

World props are divided into: one-time type, limited type and permanent type.

Limited items have a certain number of uses and cannot be used again after they are used up; permanent items have a number of uses in each copy and will not disappear after they are used up, and can be used again in the next copy.

The crisp "click" sound just now was the sound of Jiali's "Ancient Shadow Camera" taking a picture.

Each copy of "Ancient Shadow Camera" can only be used three times. At the moment of taking the photo, Jiali will enter the mirror space.

The flow of time in this space is 100 times slower than in the outside world, and inside it are all the people present as well as strange black and white mirror images.

Just now everyone thought that the baby spider exploded in just a blink of an eye, but in fact Jiali spent a lot of time in the mirror space to kill the baby spider mirror.

"Thank you, cough cough cough." Shangguan Qingye thanked Jiali. No matter what, Jiali did save him.

After Li Mingjie and others came over with flashlights, they looked Shangguan Qingye up and down and found that the abrasions on the other party were gradually recovering, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Zishang's eyes dimmed a little. In the entire team, it seemed that he and Zhang Jiaqiao were the most useless and the most resigned.

He turned to look at Zhang Jiaqiao, but found that the other party didn't seem to care at all whether he was the last one in the team.

"Nanyu hasn't come back yet?" Shangguan Qingye looked worriedly in the direction where Nanyu left.

"Not yet, let's go look for it." Li Mingjie was not worried. He had seen how Nanyu chased the spider unilaterally.

Everyone nodded, picked up their flashlights, and walked towards the place where Nanyu had just been.

On the other side, Nan Yu was dragged into the room by a huge force and bumped into something cold.

The hand that was holding his arm was icy cold, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

The light from the umbrella dispelled the darkness for a moment. Nanyu tensed up and turned around to prepare for a powerful attack, but he saw the person who was so familiar to him.

Half of the man's face was hidden in the darkness, his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, like the purest snowflake, without a trace of blood, emitting a strange and ethereal beauty under the flowing light.

Her snow-white hair was casually draped over her shoulders, strands of hair soft and smooth, as if woven from the finest silk threads.

His white hair almost blended into Nanyu's white hair.

The most important thing is the pair of pink-blue eyes that Nanyu can recognize at a glance even if he turns into ashes. Those eyes belong to the eyes of an albino boy.

There seemed to be a thin layer of mist in those powder-blue eyes. These eyes were both clear and pure, yet also carried a hint of subtle evil, as if they could see through all the vanity in the world.

It was this "person" again, the guy who took away her first kiss.

Without hesitation, he changed from fists to palms and slapped the other person in the face with great force.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the opponent's head turned 180 degrees under the huge force and faced Nanyu again.

"What the hell are you?"

Nanyu spoke in confusion. He had seen these eyes in the previous two dungeons, and now he encountered them again. Could this person be an NPC that randomly spawned in each dungeon?

The albino boy seemed stunned by the sudden slap. The pupils of his head were shaking, like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, ethereal and moving.

"Are you the sky or something?" Nanyu frowned and spoke again.

"You have a different smell." The man still held Nanyu's arm tightly, leaned closer to Nanyu and smelled her.

"Just answer whatever I ask you." Nanyu rarely talks to people with such patience, and besides, he didn't know if this person could be considered a human being.

"I don't allow any other smell." The man's voice was low and magnetic, echoing in Nanyu's ears, as if he was declaring sovereignty to someone.

"Who do you think you are?"

Nan Yu couldn't bear it any longer and threw another punch, but the next moment his wrist was grabbed by the man and easily broke with a "snap".

"Uh...you."

Nanyu's eyes were bloodshot. Why was he unable to do anything to this man the last time he met him, and why was it the same this time?

Even if his arms are broken, he still has his legs. Just as he thought of this, he was pressed against the door by the person in front of him, and the other person's knee was squeezed between his legs.

"You...you..." Nanyu's voice trembled, and at this moment his heart was filled with anger and shame.

This posture made him feel extremely aggrieved. Even when he was torn into pieces in his previous life, he had never felt as embarrassed as being pressed against the door like now.

"I will kill you!" Nan Yu spoke in a hoarse voice. One of his hands was broken and the other was held by the man, so his ability to move was extremely limited.

In desperation, he could only bite the tip of his tongue hard, preparing to use the third-level move in "The Fragments of Pain" - cutting the tongue.

Nanyu's eyes were bloodshot, and the person in front of him leaned close to his ear, and his warm breath sprayed on Nanyu's white ears.

The man spoke softly, loosened his broken wrist with one hand, pinched Nanyu's cheek with the other hand, and stuffed his fingers into his mouth.

"Don't bite, I'm not a bad person."

When Nanyu was touched by him, a feeling of disgust came over her.

He is a man, not a woman. This is too corny and effeminate.

He wanted to struggle, but found that he seemed to be under some kind of spell and could not move at all. His teeth could not bite off the other person's disgusting fingers. Now he was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"God, get out of here."

"You smell like someone else."

"I am not the sky, call me Wusheng."

The person in front of him was very close, and Nanyu could clearly feel the bone-chilling coldness in the other person's hands.

"Wusheng, get out of here."

Wusheng chuckled softly. Nanyu couldn't afford to know his name now, so he could only tell him his name using the homophone.

Wusheng pinched his face, lifted his hair, and bit the tender skin on the back of his neck again. A black mandala flower appeared again.

"You...are you a wild dog? Get away!"

Nanyu couldn't move at all, and the burning sensation on the back of his neck came again.

The pupils in his eye sockets disappeared again and turned completely red.

Wusheng pressed tightly against Nanyu, their breaths intertwined in this small space.

The black datura flower on the back of Nanyu's neck was particularly eye-catching, with golden stripes slowly appearing on the edges of the petals.

Looking closely, they were not stripes at all, but countless miniature golden glowing names of "Wu Sheng".

(ps: There is still one chapter under review