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

Chapter 162 Nalan Yangxin

In the empty eye sockets of the bony skull, there were incredibly a pair of eyes as black as ink.

These eyes were extremely strange, with no whites at all, only pupils as deep as the abyss.

It is like an endless dark abyss. Just one look at it will make you feel as if you will be deeply sucked in by the mysterious dark power, which is chilling.

However, the real situation is not as it appears at first glance, as if the skull has really grown such eyes as dark as the abyss on its own.

In fact, only two specific birds are missing, and the skull will truly have complete eyes with some mysterious power.

On the other side, Nanyu was taking firm and powerful steps, moving forward in this chaotic team.

In just half an hour, he went from the center of the team, cutting through the thorns and overcoming numerous obstacles, and walked straight to the front of the team.

During this not-so-long but thrilling enough journey, he unexpectedly met Shangguan Qingye.

Shangguan Qingye was also wearing a neat camouflage uniform. His wheat-colored skin reflected a healthy and vibrant glow under the bright sunshine, making him look particularly energetic.

His neat crew cut adds a touch of wildness and flamboyance to him, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time, exuding an unruly charm from head to toe.

Shangguan Qingye was on train No. 806. Because of this, he was located relatively close to the front of the team and was able to observe the various situations happening around him earlier.

When Shangguan Qingye saw Nanyu, who was fighting all the way from the center of the team with great momentum, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised with a hint of playful smile, and then blew a loud whistle towards Nanyu.

The whistle sounded particularly abrupt in this slightly noisy environment.

At this time, Nan Yu still held the iconic black M14 Gatling rifle tightly in his hand. Looking at Shangguan Qingye's appearance, he couldn't help but hold his forehead helplessly, thinking in his heart that Shangguan Qingye was really as casual as ever.

Looking at Shangguan Qingye's equipment again, it was really shabby and crude. Nanyu couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

At this moment, Nanyu suddenly remembered something. He reached into his pocket and took out Yan Jingshuo's metal stick.

As soon as the metal stick was taken out, the weapon called loyalty that Nanyu had been holding in his hand began to buzz continuously.

Nanyu didn't pay much attention to Zhongzhen's reaction. He just flicked his hand and threw the metal stick towards Shangguan Qingye, saying in a voice without much emotion:

"Here, stop using that damn thing of yours."

Seeing this, Shangguan Qingye quickly reached out and steadily caught the flying metal stick.

He subconsciously weighed the metal rod, feeling its hefty weight in his hand. Then, a broad smile appeared on his face, and he said gratefully, "Ha, thank you."

It was winter at the time, and the weather was bitterly cold. Shangguan Qingye's cheeks were frozen red. When he spoke, the hot air he exhaled from his mouth was instantly frozen into ice chips by the cold air, falling down.

Under the warm winter sun, he looked a bit disheveled due to the cold, but he still had the boldness and unruliness in his nature.

On the other side, in Fengshuang Town, a thrilling battle was taking place in front of a famous restaurant.

With a loud "bang", a black-haired young man suddenly appeared like a flash of black lightning.

He was also wearing a dark green camouflage uniform, standing tall and holding a metal sword tightly in his hand.

This metal sword looks very similar to the loyalty sword in Nanyu's hand. Both are made of pure gold and are engraved with complex and mysterious patterns.

However, the patterns on each metal weapon are slightly different, as if telling a different story.

The sword body flashed with dazzling golden light under the sunlight, and the extremely sharp blade exuded a cold aura, as if it could cut through all obstacles in the world with just a light swing.

The young man was holding a long cigarette in his mouth. The rising smoke slowly dissipated in the cold air, adding a unique sense of coolness and freedom to him.

He suddenly took a step forward, and the metal sword in his hand, like a snake emerging from a hole, accurately stabbed directly into the body of a bird that was showing its fangs and claws and was arrogant and domineering.

The bird didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was severely injured by the sudden attack.

The young man then exerted force with his arms and pulled out the sword violently. As the sword was pulled out, a stream of blood spurted out like a fountain and splashed onto the ground.

The bird, which had looked so arrogant just now, collapsed to the ground in an instant, without any sign of life, just like a deflated ball, unable to cause any more trouble.

The restaurant manager and the proprietress were already trembling with fear at the sudden scene. They huddled tightly in the corner, their eyes wide open, watching everything happening in front of them with horror on their faces.

Although they were extremely scared, they couldn't help but look at the mysterious young man in front of them cautiously with a hint of curiosity.

The young man seemed extremely calm and composed. He gently shook off the blood on his hands, then calmly took out a white tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the blood off the sword.

After wiping, the young man turned his head slightly and glanced at the proprietress hiding in the restaurant. Then he slowly raised his eyes and whispered to the people inside through the transparent glass of the restaurant:

"It's very chaotic outside, don't come out, remember to hide well."

Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable majesty, which made the couple in the restaurant feel a chill in their hearts.

When the couple hiding in the restaurant finally saw the young man's face clearly, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The young man's skin was as white as jade, and it looked even more crystal clear against the winter background. The pupils of his eyes hidden under his black hair were a rare green.

That green is as deep and dark as an emerald, exuding a mysterious aura.

Just one look at it makes people feel as if they are being stared at by a ferocious beast. The hairs on their body instantly explode, and an inexplicable chill arises from the bottom of their heart.

The young man's nose was high and straight, standing like a mountain in the middle of his face, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to him.

His lips were slightly red from the cold, and with the cigarette in his mouth and the metal sword in his hand, he gave people a feeling of being free and easy, just like an ancient knight who traveled through time and space and illuminated reality.

It's just that this knight seems to be a little young, and looks like just a young boy. However, he does not have the lively and free-spirited look of a teenager. Instead, he has the vicissitudes and heaviness of a middle-aged man who is indifferent to right and wrong.

The young man turned and left the restaurant, continuing his walk along the street with steady steps.

Almost everything on both sides of the street, visible to the naked eye, was shattered into pieces and in ruins by the birds and beasts running rampant in the sky.

The originally neat building is now crumbling, with cracks all over the walls, as if it will completely collapse in the next second and turn into an abandoned ruin.

There were young men on both sides of the street wearing the same dark green camouflage uniforms as him, but compared to his calmness, these young men looked a little embarrassed.

They either fled in terror or waved their crude weapons in panic, trying to resist the birds and beasts that kept attacking them, but they seemed so powerless.

The young man gently dropped the cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette butt drew an arc in the air and fell on the frosty ground.

Soon, the faint flame was completely extinguished by the cold winter wind, leaving only a small black dot.

There is a striking "80" on the young man's head. He is Nalan Yangxin.