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

Nanyu pulled Wusheng, held an umbrella, and walked towards the backyard gate with Shangguan Qingye.

"Master, are you okay?" Maple Leaf's anxious voice came out from under the umbrella.

"Do I look like I'm dead? Can you ask me something useful?"

Afterwards, Nanyu silently asked in his heart: "How strong are you now?"

"Master, my current 'melt' should be able to melt the spider normally like before."

Fengye's tone was extremely respectful, yet a little nervous.

"You absorbed this much to melt like before? Rubbish."

Nanyu's voice was as cold as ice. The next moment, the maple leaf in the umbrella felt a piercing pain.

"Master, it's not what you think. I'm still useful. I'm really slow to grow...ahhh."

Maple Leaf explained eagerly, his voice filled with pain and grievance.

"Oh? Tell me, what else are you good for besides 'melting' and 'designating'? You can't even melt a Gui of the same level, so what use do I have for you?"

Nanyu's eyes became increasingly cold, and his words were full of questions.

Nanyu knew clearly that he would not be able to use the "Fragments of Pain" in front of others all the time, so it was necessary to train them in front of others.

"Master, when I absorb the spider's power, I always feel that some of the power in my body is being drained away. I don't know why..."

Maple Leaf's voice was full of grievance.

Nanyu frowned slightly after hearing what Fengye said.

"Drain? What will drain away the power you absorbed?"

A wave of doubt arose in his heart, and Nanyu suddenly remembered the first time he met Fengye, the black bug on his forehead and the one that almost got into his blood vessels.

Could it be that little black bug?

"Maple Leaf, do you know what copy you are in?"

Fengye slowly recalled the past, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"I... I don't remember anything. I only remember that I and a large group of my kind passed through a black crack and came to a completely new world."

"There's a group of people in there, and they became our food. I've been staying there, eating my own kind and others to increase my strength."

"Then ten humans appeared in that world, equipped with many gadgets just like my master. They slaughtered most of the weirdos in the city. I hid and escaped."

"Not long after, black snow fell where I was staying. I lost consciousness after coming into contact with it. When I regained consciousness, I saw that you were trying to force me to sign a contract."

Maple Leaf's narration ends here, and it seems to be waiting for Nanyu's response.

Nanyu fell into deep thought.

Judging from Maple Leaf's narration, the loss of its strange aura is obviously closely related to the bug on its head and the "Winter City" it escaped from.

Where do those little black bugs come from? Why do they parasitize maple leaves?

Nanyu thought again about the time when he was delaying Maple Leaf. It seemed that someone else had appeared. What was that person's name? Nanyu tried hard to recall, but he could not clearly recall the person's face or identity.

Not knowing whether that person had been parasitized by the little black bug, Nanyu secretly decided in his heart that if he could get out alive this time, he must go and see if that person was still alive.

If the person is alive, it is not recommended to perform a personal autopsy on them. If they are dead, dig up their body from the grave to see if there is anything wrong.

He vaguely felt that there was a big problem in "Winter City".

"Nanyu, Nanyu, what's wrong with you?" Shangguan Qingye's voice brought Nanyu back to his senses and he realized that three people had already arrived at the door.

Outside the backyard, pale locust flowers fluttered down like snowflakes, covering the ground in layers, as if they were a spirit carpet for the dead.

When the wind blows, the locust flowers dance lightly and strangely like a group of white ghosts, just like countless pale paper money floating freely in the air.

The sky outside the door was like a huge black pot turned upside down, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

There was a faint rumble of thunder in the dark clouds.

It seems to foreshadow the impending catastrophe.

The strong wind was howling and violently tearing the branches of the locust tree, making a rustling sound.

The yard outside was dilapidated like a cursed ruin, and the thick locust tree was like a ferocious demon, with its twisted branches stretching towards the sky with fangs and claws.

The black coffin under the tree kept shaking in the wind, making a dull and strange banging sound.

There was a half-dug pit next to the coffin, which was obviously the coffin that the skull said was not buried.

On the brick-paved path, dust and locust flowers were blown wildly by the strong wind, forming small rotating tornadoes.

"Well...well, why don't we call some more people."

Shangguan Qingye swallowed and said tremblingly while holding the skull. The skull in his arms nodded rapidly when Shangguan Qingye heard what he said.

"It has come to this point, just believe in yourself."

Nanyu's voice was calm and firm, as if injecting a touch of courage into this terrifying atmosphere.

He took the first step by pulling Wusheng, who had been well-behaved all the way.

Shangguan Qingye looked at Nanyu's back and sighed deeply while holding the skull.

His heart was filled with fear and anxiety, but seeing Nan Yu so determined, he also plucked up the courage.

He hugged the skull tightly and followed Nanyu out.

To be honest, Shangguan Qingye and Nanyu participated in two dungeons, and he was not afraid that Nanyu would stab him in the back because he knew that Nanyu was not that kind of person.

Shangguan Qingye believed in Nanyu's character not just because he had saved him several times.

"Wusheng, if you want to follow me, you have to listen to me obediently. Otherwise, not only will I not let you go, I will also kill you. Do you understand?"

Nan Yu spoke as he walked, his voice cold and ruthless.

"I understand...I'll listen to you."

Wusheng's eyes were full of affection, and his tone became unconsciously gentle.

Only by following Nanyu can he find a glimmer of warmth and hope in the loneliness and darkness.

As long as Nanyu can make him not kill so numbly and make him feel a little warmth, he can give him his life.

Shangguan Qingye quickly caught up with Nanyu. The two looked around and found that the backyard was very large.

Not far away, a pavilion stands quietly. The ancient wooden structure looks mottled and weathered due to the erosion of time, and the top of the pavilion is covered with dry vines.

Next to it, a dry fish pond is particularly eye-catching.

In the pond, dried fish bones were piled together in a mess, emitting a strange smell in the dim light.

The white locust flowers were blown mercilessly into the pond by the wind, intertwining with the dead bones. When the breeze blew, the locust flowers fluttered gently, as if the souls of the dead fish were dancing.

There is a stone well in the corner of the yard. The well mouth is made of huge stones, and the edges of the stones are covered with mottled moss and traces of erosion over the years.