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

Nanyu held Wusheng tightly, and the three of them slowly approached the banging coffin.

The coffin lid was shaking up and down slightly.

Along the way, Shangguan Qingye's nerves were extremely tense.

Not only was he constantly observing the eerie environment around him, he was also constantly looking at the familiar NPC who was following Nanyu step by step.

After observing and being vigilant all the way, he didn't find anything wrong with this NPC.

"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly sounded, like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone.

Before Nanyu and his companions could go over and hold down the coffin, the coffin lid was knocked away by a powerful force.

The coffin lid hit the ground with a dull "bang", instantly raising a cloud of dust that filled the air.

Then, a creepy clattering sound of bones turning came from the coffin.

The thing in the coffin slowly sat up with its back to the three of them, its movements stiff and strange.

The person in the pitch-black coffin was wearing a dark green and precious funeral shroud, and the golden thread was particularly eye-catching.

The "person" had half long hair and the other half had a buzz cut. This weird hairstyle was chilling.

The sound of bones colliding was still ringing, and suddenly a cold wind blew around, and white locust flowers fell on the "person" in the coffin.

As light as a snowflake, yet carrying an indescribable terror.

Nanyu frowned. He didn't know what was going on in front of him. The ghost came back today.

Wusheng's pale blue eyes behind him didn't even look at the things in the coffin, but were still staring at Nanyu in front of him.

His eyes were full of attachment and possession, as if he was afraid that Nanyu would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Shangguan Qingye stood there, his throat tight with nervousness, and he swallowed.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." In the dead silent backyard, besides the slight rustling sound of leaves, an extremely weak cough suddenly occurred.

The coughs, heard by both men and women, were extremely weak, like a terminally ill person whose life was about to go out. Every cough seemed like they were struggling to squeeze out the last breath from the depths of their throat.

"Nanyu, what should we do now? How do we get that thing into the coffin? Um..."

Shangguan Qingye's words were interrupted by a painful groan. Before he could finish, a large mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

Shangguan Qingye's face turned pale in an instant. He widened his eyes in horror and covered his mouth with trembling hands.

"Cough cough cough..." The weak voice of the mixed man and woman still echoed in the air.

Nanyu suddenly felt a warmth in his nose and a hot current flowed out.

He let go of Wusheng's hand, touched his nose with trembling hands, and saw that it was blood!

The bright red blood dripped from between his fingers and fell to the ground.

What happened? Why did you get injured suddenly?

"Qingye, are you okay?" Nanyu turned around and saw blood at the corner of Shangguan Qingye's mouth.

Shangguan Qingye's face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he might fall down at any time.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough..." The "person" in the coffin slowly and stiffly crawled out of the coffin.

The coughs made the two of them suddenly feel weak all over, and their noses bled abnormally like a fountain.

There was a slight rusty taste in my throat, the smell of blood, which made me sick.

Especially the kidney area was extremely painful, as if it was deeply pierced by countless steel needles.

The pain was unbearable, as if the body was torn into pieces.

"Oh my god, what's going on? I feel like I have cancer."

Shangguan Qingye bent his waist, covered his stomach, and groaned in pain.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and his face was distorted with pain.

He not only felt pain in his waist, but also severe pain in his abdomen. The pain was no different from the pain of childbirth.

"Nanyu, what should we do now?" Shangguan Qingye said hoarsely.

"What else can we do after the coffin is closed? Are you okay?" Nanyu did not block his nose and let the blood spray out, because he knew that blocking it was useless.

"I'm fine. I can make do with it." Shangguan Qingye waved his hands and forced himself to stand up. His body was trembling slightly, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

The pain in his abdomen was simply impossible to ignore, and Shangguan Qingye's face was as pale as Wusheng's.

"Follow me." Nanyu ordered Wusheng.

He found that Wusheng was fine and not affected at all.

Is it because he is a ghost and not a human?

Nanyu's heart was full of doubts, but he had no time to think about this problem at the moment.

After the thing in the coffin crawled out, half of its jet-black hair was scattered on the ground.

He was lying with his back to the ground, his body facing upwards, and his limbs twisted downwards.

The weak cough continued.

"Cough cough cough..." The creepy coughing sound continued.

"Ugh..." Nanyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood as he walked towards the strange thing on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her abdomen, the pain was like giving birth without anesthesia. The intense pain made Nanyu unstable and dazed for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Wusheng was quick to support Nanyu.

Although Nanyu has a strong ability to endure pain, that is because he uses the "Pain Fragments" every time he feels pain.

In addition, the pain that Nanyu suffered could not be borrowed from the power of pain at all.

At this moment, Nanyu even wanted to take advantage of the severe pain to use the "Pain Fragments" to make the pain worse.

I believe the moves in it will be very effective now.

The corpse crawling on the ground began to move slowly towards the few people. The movements were stiff and weird. Wherever the corpse passed, a corrupted gray mist appeared.

It exudes a pungent smell of decay.

"Cough cough cough..." The coughing continued, and each sound sounded like a death note.

Nanyu felt more and more that something was wrong. Why did the coughing sound keep going on while their bodies were getting weaker and weaker?

Moreover, the coughing sounds from both men and women made the two of them look more and more terminally ill.

"Don't get close to him! He seems to be able to infect us with diseases." Nanyu said.

The next moment, under Wusheng's gaze, Nanyu pulled his arm off without hesitation.

The severe pain in the abdomen and the indescribable pain of the broken arm came instantly, drowning Nanyu like a surging tide.

His eyes were red, and at the moment he threw his arm out, he shouted a poem:

"The black moon rolls across the sky, and the crimson flames burst into sparks."

After the arm was thrown on the crawling ghost, there was a loud "boom", and violent flames shot up into the sky, and heat waves rolled.