I’m Not The Kind Of Guy Who Just Stands Around And Watches

"Wu Yunru, lend me your boots!" Feng Fan extended a hand toward him.

Wu Yunru looked at Feng Fan and frowned. "You're not seriously thinking of jumping in that fight, are you? That thing is too strong for us. You'll get yourself killed."

"I'm not the kind of guy who just stands around and watches. Besides, Shao Xiaowen and Luo Li aren't enough to take it down," Feng Fan said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Wu Yunru sighed, knowing Feng Fan was right. "Fine. Just don't die."

He pulled off his boots and handed them over. Feng Fan quickly put them on, channeling his spiritual energy to get a feel for them.

The moment his spiritual energy touched the boots, a cold, sinister aura surged through them, trying to corrupt him.

'So these are contaminated objects… If I overuse them, I might lose myself, just like Hunters do when absorbing too many ghosts in a short time.'