Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 17: Rose Bride (17) Jelly Ghost?

The vision suddenly sank into darkness, and I couldn't see my hand in front of me.

When the eyes are blind, the body's other senses will be infinitely magnified. Because of the unknown, the fear will be even stronger. At this time, the appearance of any object can easily break the tense nerve in the brain.

"Ah! What is that!" Luo Yaoyao shouted in panic first.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yunxiao asked calmly without causing any ripples.

"Something...something is grabbing my feet..." Luo Yaoyao cried, her voice trembling like a wave, "It's wet...so disgusting..."

"It's probably some little devil causing trouble, don't move." The beauty was in trouble, Chen He eagerly showed his masculinity, "Don't be afraid, Yaoyao, I'll be there soon."

Luo Yaoyao immediately cried even louder and more plaintively: "Brother Chen, please come quickly, I'm so scared..."

Zhao Jianing was so disgusted that she exploded: "Can you guys go out and act in an idol drama? This is a dungeon, not a movie theater!"

There was a lot of noise and a farce of "the vicious mother-in-law beating the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" was being played out over there, while on Yan Jinyue's side it was a weird pantomime.

Like Luo Yaoyao, she also had something wrapped around her ankles, but it wasn't wet. Instead, it was cold and slippery, with a jelly-like texture.

Yan Jinyue forced herself to calm down, and with a thought, Shen Wu's knife appeared in her hand.

She took a deep breath and suddenly stabbed the ground behind her. The long knife seemed to pierce into a ball of liquid, smoothly without any resistance, and made a gurgling sound.

The thing on her ankle retracted instantly. To be more precise, it did not retract, but turned into a pool of liquid and seeped into her shoes and socks.

On the other side, Chen He, who was sprayed all over, yelled, "What a disgusting thing!"

"Click--" the light came on, and the archive room instantly became as bright as day.

Did the ghost turn it on? Of course not. Standing in front of the switch was Qi Yunxiao, who had just withdrawn his hand.

Yan Jinyue could see it now. She turned her head to see what it was and saw a pool of red sticky liquid on the ground. Her shoes and socks were dirty, and there were red spots on her white skirt.

Yan Jinyue frowned slightly. She didn't know what this monster was, let's call it a jelly monster. Although it didn't have much fighting power, it really made her, a person with a slight obsession with mysophobia, very angry.

Especially when she thought about the fact that the white dress she was wearing was made by Shen Wu himself, her inner anger grew even more.

When she went out, she had a headache because of clothes. Her school uniform was torn into pieces and she couldn't wear it, and she couldn't wear Shen Wu's clothes either.

But her clever boyfriend took out a white robe from somewhere, tried it on her, and in a few seconds it turned into a dress. Although the style is a bit old, it is still very beautiful and she likes it very much.

It's already dirty. If a few more jelly monsters come at this time, it's no exaggeration to say that Yan Jinyue can chop them up like playing a fruit-cutting game.

Qi Yunxiao looked around and found nothing else useful, so he asked them to continue looking for the files. Of course, he also reminded them: "Don't take it lightly."

Yan Jinyue suppressed her anger at her skirt being stained, put away the knife, and picked up the file box that she had just put aside. However, she found that Shen Wu's file bag that was originally placed on the top had disappeared without a trace.

She was stunned for a moment, took out all the file bags in the file box, and searched around, but still couldn't find it.

"Who took it?" Yan Jinyue scratched her hair.

Qi Yunxiao came over with a stack of file bags, and seeing her anxious and confused look, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wu's affairs could not be exposed for the time being, Yan Jinyue decisively raised a relaxed smile and said: "It's okay, I was just scared by that strange ghost just now."

Zhao Jianing immediately stood up when he heard that. He walked over and laughed, "It's just a low-level monster. How can it scare you? What will you do if you encounter other monsters?"

Yan Jinyue immediately retorted: "What can I do, just eat it cold... I quite like cucumbers. At least when I met the ghost on the top floor, I wasn't the one who got scared and ran away." She smiled with a curved lip, looking calm and relaxed. Her leisurely but provocative posture stimulated Zhao Jianing's eyes so much that they spit fire, and she raised her black iron stick to hit Yan Jinyue.

Yan Jinyue was no pushover either. After being ridiculed so many times, her good temper had long been exhausted. She drew out her long knife and pointed it at Zhao Jianing's throat.

The cold light of the blade was eerie and cold. Zhao Jianing was so scared that the stick slipped out of his hand before it hit Yan Jinyue. It hit the ground with a bang and rolled towards the corner.

Zhao Jianing stared at the tip of the knife which was only one centimeter away from her throat, her mouth opened wide and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She stared blankly in the direction of the long knife.

The bright and beautiful girl tilted her head with an innocent smile on her face, "Don't talk nonsense every day. I'm just too lazy to care. It doesn't mean I have a good temper."

"You are really not a newcomer!" Chen He immediately jumped out, pointing at Yan Jinyue and shouting excitedly, "You are exposed, you are the hidden high-level player!"

Yan Jinyue raised her eyebrows and said calmly, "You think too much."

Chen He put his hands on his hips and snorted: "Stop pretending. It's meaningless. If you are not an old player, how can you have weapons--"

His voice suddenly stopped, he stared at the long sword without saying anything, rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he saw, and it took him a long while to find his voice again: "Why is your sword exactly the same as that ghost's!?"

"Yes, exactly the same." Luo Yaoyao also exclaimed.

Because it was that knife. Who would have thought that not only would she be holding the ghost's knife, but she would also have to sleep in the ghost's bed when she returned.

Yan Jinyue put away the knife, complaining in her heart, but she blinked in confusion and said nonsense: "Are they really exactly the same? I picked it up several days ago. I have it all the time. Brother Qi has also seen it."

Everyone looked at Qi Yunxiao for confirmation, and the latter nodded calmly, even saying on her behalf: "Their long swords are all horizontal swords, and most of them look the same, which is normal."

Although others still had doubts, they had no other reasons to refute. After all, it couldn't be that she borrowed it from a ghost. That was too absurd!

"No wonder you survived." Zhao Jianing covered his chest and suddenly realized, "You used this knife to fight against ghosts."

Yan Jinyue smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

Zhao Jianing took a deep breath, looked at the knife in her hand, and took a few steps back in defeat.

Yan Jinyue saw that she was sensible and did not make things difficult for her. After all, she was just talking nonsense and had not done anything to cause her any substantial harm.

She was about to put away the knife, but a figure rushed towards her, shouting greedily: "This is mine!"

The next moment, before Yan Jinyue could move, countless red jelly-like tentacles suddenly stretched out from all directions and wrapped around the figure, making him unable to move.

Qi Yunxiao was quick-witted and quick-handed. He dodged and cut off the tentacles. The broken tentacles fell to the ground and turned into a pool of red liquid, exactly the same as the previous one. They should be the same species.

Chen He, who failed to steal the chicken but ended up losing the rice, was wrapped in a ball of "jelly". He could not struggle, his face turned purple, and he was about to suffocate to death.

Fortunately, the dagger in Qi Yunxiao's hand slashed a few times, chopping the "jelly" into pieces, and he was saved from death.

It's really a disaster that will last for thousands of years. Yan Jinyue shook her head regretfully.

Qi Yunxiao suggested: "We should not stay here for long, take the files and leave quickly."

Everyone nodded in unison and followed him out the door, holding the file bags. Yan Jinyue was the last one to leave. Before closing the door, she glanced thoughtfully at the corner where light and shadow were dappled. Then, she lowered her head to look at her hand - a rose was lying in her palm.

This was given to her by a small tentacle that quietly reached behind her when Chen He was attacked just now.

(End of this chapter)