Maybe if they left the street they could find suitable shelter.
But Cheng Yun and the others didnât do that since at that moment, A-Yu and the four university students who had little experience fighting malicious spirits were standing against the wall with the locked metal shutters behind them.
Now Bai Man was standing to the left of the team, Dr. Jin was standing to the right of the team, and Cheng Yun stood in front of the team, staring at the half-hidden ghost in the dark alley ahead.
The three people were holding physical-type weapons that could slice through the newspapers. It was to protect everyone, and the veterans could also take care of each other. After all, the wall behind them made it so they didnât have to worry about newspaper attacks from behind.
But if they left, there would definitely be a direction that nobody could guard, and no one knew what kind of accident those newspapers would cause.
But⊠even if they obediently stood by the wall and everyone else store up the newspapers that came over, the situation was still very bad. The force of the wind throughout the nightmare world was still increasing. If it werenât for Su Zimoâs Treasure Hunting Doll that had gained a lot of weight in his arms, he may have already been blown away by the wind that was coming from all directions. The number of newspapers was still increasing, and the condition of the newspapers was constantly deteriorating.
At first they were just ordinary newspapers with vague content, then later it was newspapers with black and white faces. Now there was some blood on the newspapers!
At that time, when Cheng Yun picked up the sickle in his hand again and slashed it toward the bloodstained newspapers, he clearly felt that the weight of what his sickle cut had become heavier.
Cheng Yun thought it was his imagination at first, but when he turned to see Dr. Jin Lei, he found that Dr. Jin, who was holding a scalpel, also looked at him with surprise. He could be sure that the newspapers had indeed undergone some worse changes.
âLeader, do you feel that the newspapers just now seem like they canât be cut down?â Bai Man asked from the other side.
Su Zimo had been standing of the middle of the team being protected the entire time and didnât say much to the three veterans, but took off the temple sachet that Cheng Yun tied to his waist at the beginning. He stuffed the sachet directly into Cheng Yunâs other hand without interrupting him from attacking the newspapers.
Cheng Yun paused for a moment after feeling the item in his hand, but continued attacking the violent newspaper with his sickle to no effect.
After realizing the thing in his hand was the familiar temple sachet, Cheng Yun didnât have time to think about it. He stretched the sachet out as another newspaper flew toward him, hoping that the special ghost tool could relieve the threat of the group of ghost newspapers more easily than ordinary physical weapons.
Unfortunately, the sachet didnât slow down the newspapers even a little bit. It may be because the role of the sachet was to drive away malicious spirits to a certain extent. Although these newspapers were controlled by a malicious spirit, they could only be regarded as props, and they werenât afraid of the sachetâs power.
Even after Cheng Yun lifted the sachet higher, a newspaper took advantage of the opportunity to wrap up his right hand that was holding the sachet. Cheng Yun felt a strange force breaking the grip from his fingers, and in the end he could only watch a black and white newspaper steal the sachet and fly away.
The next second, the incoming newspapers changed strangely once again.
The blood stains on the black and white newspapers not only became more prominent, but the faces printed on the newspapers became even more ferocious. They seemed to become more vivid, protruding from the newspaper, silently screaming, wanting to rush out of the newspaper!
The number of terrible newspapers was still growing. Su Zimo even gradually began to hear ghosts roaring in the newspapers. Those terrifying sounds mixed with the howling of the winds, making it difficult to tell reality from fiction for a while.
âSorry.â Cheng Yunâs face began to pale. âThis time we⊠may have tried our best.â
Cheng Yun and the other veterans naturally had ghost tools on them, but the newspapers were attacking fiercely. Whether it was a ghost tool that could guide their way, or a ghost tool that could repel ghosts to a certain extent, it was too late to use it right then. It may not even be of any use.
The university student who said the wrong thing was already crying. No one thought that just a rare thoughtful sentence would cause everyone to fall into this indescribable dilemma.
At that time, the four young trainers didnât blame Cheng Yun for their inadequate protection. For the veterans, even the people of Dawn Organization werenât obligated to protect every trainer. Cheng Yun and the others had really taken on a lot in order to help people along the way in this world experience.
In terms of combat⊠everyone could see that Cheng Yun did his best.
If it were them, they may not even have been able to survive the first round of hostile newspapers.
They really did their best.
The university students who were being protected in the back suddenly felt a tingling pain in their left arms. After looking down, they found that the originally clear blood-engraved task text on their arms had become blurred, as if the attack they were withstanding had already deviated from the normal task route.
If even their annoying task was abandoning them at this timeâŠ
What hope did they have for survival?
âI, is it wrongâŠâ The voices of the university students began to become flustered. âLook, are the words on our left arms still there?â
The university studentâs question inevitable made Cheng Yun, who was trying to delay the newspapers as much as possible, freeze for a while. A newspaper broke through the blockade and stuck onto his neck.
âAaahhh!â A human face on the black and white newspaper seemed to bit his neck. When Cheng Yun tossed it away, there was an obvious severe burn wound on his neck!
It was a burn on his neck. One could only imagine how painful it was, but Cheng Yun grit his teeth and continued fighting the newspapers.
âThe words for the task seem to be disappearing.â After several of the university students confirmed it again, they looked at Su Zimo holding the Treasure Hunting Doll as if they still couldnât believe it or accept reality. âYouâŠâ
âNo need to look. I donât have task text on my arm.â Su Zimoâs eyes watched that good man Cheng Yunâs wound that was still bleeding after being burned.
âDid it really disappear?â
âNo. There was just never any task text on my arm since the beginning. â Su Zimo directly tossed the Treasure Hunting Doll in his arms aside, making the expression on the dollâs face a bit aggrieved.
Su Zimo yelled, not very loud, but the trainers around could hear him clearly.
Itâs just that before Cheng Yun could react, or while Cheng Yun was just relying on muscle memory to mechanically slash the newspapers, a black figure suddenly appeared floating in front of everyone.
At the same time, a huge black umbrella opened, and then Ghost Umbrella appeared after realizing that the umbrellaâs surface couldnât be used to entirely defend against the newspapersâ attack. He raised the corners of his mouth as if he was deliberately showing off his good looks in front of his boss, then threw the black umbrella in his hand directly outward in a very handsome gesture.
The black umbrella was unaffected by the strong winds. It floated steadily in the air, the inner part of the umbrella aimed toward the vicious black and white bloodstained flying newspapers, and then a black hole with strong suction suddenly formed inside it. All the flying newspapers instantly changed direction, speeding into the air as if they couldnât wait!
The other trainers were ruthlessly ignored.
When the newspapers sped into the air, Cheng Yun subconsciously yelled âNo!â at first, as if he felt that the newspapers were powerful enough to destroy the mysterious black umbrella.
But what surprised everyone was that the black umbrella wasnât attacked at all!
When the newspapers flew toward the black umbrella, they were directly sucked into it! No lies, they were sucked in!
Obviously the umbrella looked large, but the umbrella surface was very thin. The newspapers disappeared immediately after being sucked into the it, as if there really was a black hole in the black umbrella.
All the trainers raised their heads and watched the newspapers fly from somewhere in the sky and get sucked into the black umbrella floating there. This sceneâŠ
Although a bit inappropriate, it was really amazing and even had an inexplicable beauty.
[Aaahhh!] A hoarse voice came from the alley across from them.
Su Zimo and the others saw that the half-hidden malicious spirit that had been standing by the alley appeared outside of it. It stood on the street across from them, staring at them angrily with a bruised face.
With the malicious spirit Uncle Hongâs roar, all the black and white bloodstained newspapers caught fire!
The originally faint howling sound became louder and more prominent instantly. Uncle Hong seemed to hope that he could use enough power to prevent that damned Ghost Umbrella from obstructing his plan.
To be honest, Su Zimo didnât have any ill will toward Uncle Hong. For Su Zimo, he could even be considered a good uncle. But even if that uncle was very good, he couldnât just leave the lives of these insignificant people here, right?
Regarding that, Su Zimo could only apologize. Even if⊠after the person is gone, ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust.
âGhost Umbrella.â Su Zimo called again.
He didnât use a loud voice. He knew that no matter how quiet he was, Ghost Umbrella would hear.
The reason why Su Zimo was able to walk in the nightmare world for so long, other than the door behind him, was the Ghost Umbrella standing beside him that made him feel at ease.
It was a special feeling.
Maybe that was⊠this attitude⊠trust toward his most outstanding employee, ba!
The ghost umbrella floating there heard Su Zimoâs call and turned his head slightly with an evil smile, believing he was really handsome.
Su Zimo returned a sincere and warm smile: Keep working hard!
The ghost umbrella received a response and his morale soared. The black umbrella was retrieved immediately as his right hand stretched out, and another wave of problems was solved. All of the still-burning newspapers were captured, and the umbrella directly turned into a sword and slashed at the old man Hong who was standing there.
âThat umbrella handle!â
When the ghost umbrella passed Dr. Jinâs eyes while holding the umbrella, Dr. Jin noticed the umbrella handle was silver with complex carvings.
She seemed⊠to have seen that somewhere.