Infinite Flow Cannon Fodder NPC Just Wants to Stay Alive Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

Chapter 24: The Rule of the Campus

From time to time, a shocking tremor echoed from afar, startling the players nearby:

"Wasn't that already finished?"

After all, those puppets had visibly weakened during the night, and in the end, it was that vengeful spirit that had the upper hand.

However, even so, neither side could do anything to the other.

This inexplicable conflict stemming from a special NPC concluded with that terrifying ghost choosing to leave voluntarily.

It wasn't due to exhaustion or fear.

The vengeful spirit seemed to be leaving to seek something, which is why it didn't pay much attention to those puppets.

The puppets also seemed to understand its purpose and did not try to stop it.

It departed straight toward another direction.

Mu Sheng quietly watched the livestream screen, which showed an exchange of blows, lightly frowning.

He was increasingly suspicious of the mysterious player, Shen Fengyu's identity.

Clearly, he was not an ordinary player.

Faced with the nighttime Yu Qizhi, even the puppet boss struggled somewhat, let alone the players being chased around by the puppets.

Although Shen Fengyu couldn't be said to be completely at ease, he also wasn't defenseless.

The vengeful spirit coming over to look for him and encountering Shen Fengyu was indeed something Mu Sheng intended.

But Mu Sheng didn't want to kill Shen Fengyu.

He had noticed that Shen Fengyu was very fast, and under the vengeful spirit's lack of intent to pursue, there was no need to worry about his own safety; he just needed to leave immediately.

But for some reason, Shen Fengyu started to engage directly with Yu Qizhi.

He appeared determined to find the owner of the chalk dust.

The vengeful spirit hovering in the air paused and sensed the purpose of the insect-like figure before it-

It was the nearby teaching building.

It could unusually clearly smell and perceive the boy's position, also right in front of that teaching building.

Suddenly, its figure materialized in the moonlight,

Surrounded by blood mist, the details of its body were indistinct.

Yet, even in this form, one could sense the distortion of its body.

It seemed forcibly stitched together from the state after jumping off a building, the solidified flesh and clothing tangled together, forming a figure entirely made up of red and black.

One could even faintly see the exposed, stark white bones that had not fully receded.

That face was half perfect-delicate and handsome-while the other half was covered in dark red scabs, revealing only the contours of the face, a clear jawline, and eyes devoid of whites.

Powerful yet terrifying, it carried a nauseating, bloody aura.

Countless red tendrils writhed menacingly behind it, resembling strange wings or eerie tails.

After battling with the puppet, it too had been injured.

It needed souls to restore itself.

A faint scent, mixed with the chalky air, made it increasingly difficult for it to remain rational.