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

Chapter 117: The Dead Town of Broken Flowers 57 [Silent Confession]

This time, Wen Zishang did not feel a cold feeling on his shoulder, nor was he pulled into another space by Huaihua.

Several small black handprints slowly appeared on the dark and deep wall of the well, and then a child with a black and rotten body crawled out of the well.

"Can you really help me find my mother?"

The first thing the child did when he crawled out was to ask everyone.

"Of course, we are very good at keeping our promises." Maple Leaf responded to the child.

Of course, everyone couldn't hear the conversation between Fengye and the little kid, but they could hear the little kid's voice.

"Nanyu, when did we say we were going to find a mother for him?" Li Mingjie was a little surprised.

Nan Yu explained: "This child is the one found in the 'abandoned baby in the well'."

After hearing what Nanyu said, Li Mingjie probably knew that the child was Zhu Sisi's.

However, it is not known who Zhu Sisi's child is from.

The child ghost's eyes swept over everyone present, and his voice was childish:

"Then take me to find my mother now."

This matter had not been agreed upon by anyone, so they all looked at Nanyu.

Nanyu nodded and then asked a question:

"Can you tell me why you are in the well?"

The child touched his rotten head with his cunning little hand, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"I was thrown into the well."

"My mother raised me, but one day a woman who claimed to be my father's wife was very nice to me. One day she asked me to play by the well and pushed me in."

"Father's wife's woman? That means it wasn't your mother who pushed you down."

Nanyu immediately extracted the key words from the words.

If this is the case, then it means that Qiao Yang married a concubine.

"What? Sure, sure. What a loving wife character." Li Mingjie couldn't help but clap his hands, his tone full of sarcasm.

"That diary is so realistic." He continued, "Letting a concubine throw her own child into a well, how can it be possible!" Li Mingjie's words were full of condemnation.

"Since ancient times, thousands of years of snow are not as cold as the word love." Zhang Jiaqiao said slowly.

Now they finally understood why there was a child crying in the well.

Nanyu instructed Fengye:

"Maple Leaf, you take care of the little ghost."

Then he said to the crowd:

"Now that the matter in the backyard has been resolved, we need to go to the third floor to look for the mahogany hairpin. This child's mother is in the Qiao residence, perhaps on the fourth floor where the red light is shining."

"Since it's her child, she will definitely not stand by and watch him die if he's in danger."

Nanyu spoke softly, with a hint of certainty in his tone.

When everyone heard this, their faces looked a little heavy.

Except for Shangguan Qingye and Nanyu, everyone else had witnessed the Green Robe Ghost and the Wedding Dress Ghost fighting each other.

"Well, I wonder if those two ghosts are still outside. If they are, aren't we finished?"

Li Mingjie said worriedly.

These people vaguely remembered the fear of being dominated by the Wedding Dress Ghost.

"No, if they keep appearing in the hall, we will never complete our mission of going upstairs to get the hairpin."

At this time, Wen Zishang spoke, with a hint of rational analysis in his words.

"That seems to be true." Li Mingjie murmured to himself, and his worries were slightly relieved.

"Let's go. We might as well make the best of it now that we're here." Zhang Jiaqiao adjusted the frame of his glasses, his eyes revealing determination and composure.

After counting the props, everyone headed towards the backyard gate again.

Nanyu walked in front, his white and hot hand holding Wusheng's pale and cold hand and walking forward.

Next to Wusheng is the child Gui who jumped out of the well.

The others followed the child ghost, and they didn't know who the child ghost was mumbling to along the way.

Everyone was a little confused.

"This weird kid is a little weird. Does he have schizophrenia?"

Li Mingjie put his hand on Wen Zishang's shoulder and chatted with him.

Wen Zishang remained silent. Jiali held Wang Jiaxue's hand.

In fact, the strange child does not have schizophrenia, but is communicating with maple leaves that are invisible to everyone.

"Ayu, you almost scared me to death just now."

Wusheng's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

This time, there was no dark palm print on his face. He looked aggrieved, with his eyelashes drooping slightly.

Wusheng was referring to the time when Nanyu was standing alone under the locust tree just now.

"What are you afraid of? I won't let myself die." Nan Yu said to himself.

Wusheng was almost regretting his decision now. If he had known that the locust tree would have so many eyes, he would never have listened to Nanyu and held the strange child.

"Ayu, please be nicer to yourself. I will die without you." Wusheng said solemnly.

"Don't treat me as your spiritual support, okay? I will definitely let you down." Nan Yu turned her head and looked at the other person with her beautiful eyes.

Wusheng was slightly stunned, with a hint of bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, Nanyu doesn’t understand what love is at all now. It seems that it may take hundreds of years for him to understand.

But so what? He was willing to wait, willing to accompany Nan Yu until he understood the true meaning of love.

"It's okay. I accept all your imperfections. I will always accept your worst side."

"In my heart, you are my only light, my only spiritual support, even if you become bad, you still are."

Wusheng continued, his words like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through Nanyu's heart.

"I can't express myself in words. I just want to stay with you forever." Wusheng's last sentence sounded a little awkward, and his pale cheeks flushed slightly.

Nanyu's heart suddenly started pounding. Is this a confession?

The other person's eyes were so sincere that Nanyu felt a little embarrassed.

No one in this world has ever expected anything of me, let alone accepted all my imperfections.

Nanyu looked at Wusheng's face, as if he wanted to carve him into his bones.

"Okay, Wusheng hopes you won't regret it."

If one day Wusheng saw himself in his most miserable and darkest state, and he was frightened and disgusted, Nanyu would definitely make Wusheng live a life worse than death and tear him into pieces.

"I don't regret it, and I never will."

Wusheng was in his heart, and he silently added:

If I betray you, I am willing to give up my whole body and soul and fall into hell forever without reincarnation.

Everyone stopped at the backyard door leading to the house. Looking inside from outside, it was still pitch black without a trace of light.

There was no sign of the wedding dress ghost or the green robe ghost inside.

"Does anyone have any lighting props?" Nan Yu asked, his voice sounding particularly clear in the silent environment.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if they still had any lighting tools available.

"I only have a lighter."

Wen Zishang took out his lighter and lit it with a click.