Mo Ye squatted in place for half an hour, until the corpse at his feet was already cold, until he saw ants coming from all directions.

He stood up and looked around.

Qin Wuming deserves to die, but he is afraid that he is not a good person who kills Qin Wuming with a flying sword.

He is more likely to shoot for the purpose of killing people and destroying his mouth.

"Are you gone...... Or is it just crouching in the shadows and observing, waiting for the right time......?"

The sky was already a little gloomy, and there seemed to be a bad omen lurking in the clouds, Mo Xie knew that no matter whether the other party was still nearby, with good intentions or malicious intentions towards him, since the other party had not made another move for so long, then it meant that at least he would be relatively safe before making a big move, such as taking out the 'angel wings' and soaring into the sky.

In Qin Wuming's divine thoughts condensed before his death, the information Mo Ye obtained was not only the ins and outs of today's series of encounters, for him, the most important thing in this divine thought was some basic knowledge about the cultivation realm.

For example, in the 'Principle of Escapism', cultivators are strictly forbidden to reveal their identities in front of ordinary people, and those who violate the order are punished according to the severity of the circumstances - as mentioned in Qin Wuming's memory, if you violate this precept at the least, you will have to face the wall for ten years.

Of course, monks like Qin Wuming who can't even do it are not among them, after all, this kind of person is still at the level of 'opening the stele and cracking the stone' in terms of means, and there is no difference between them and martial arts masters, and even some martial arts practitioners can kill this kind of monk alone without using magic weapons on both sides.

Modern technology is so developed, everything that happened in the sky just now has already been photographed by the people on the train with various equipment, Mo Xie judged from the blue light that Qin Wuming had just taken away, if the other party wanted to kill himself, he would definitely have to take a lot of effort, unless the other party wanted to violate the convention of the cultivation realm, he would choose to do it at this time.

Mo Xie put Qin Wuming's body into the bracelet space, although the other party is indeed not a good thing, and this time it is one of the tools used by the mastermind behind the scenes to deal with himself, but after all, Mo Xie got a lot of useful information from him, as the so-called 'collect people's money and eliminate disasters for others', Mo Xie plans to find a barren mountain and a wild mountain to bury it after this catastrophe.

The train still stood still, the passengers in the train closed the carriage doors, and through the windows, Mo Ye saw faces soaked with fear, and this fear grew like weeds as Mo Ye appeared in their field of vision and got closer and closer.

It seems that in their eyes, Mo Xie is the devil.

It's really ridiculous, it is clear that he himself stood up to save these people from their misfortune - although the source of this calamity is inseparable from himself in the final analysis.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Ye pressed his left hand on his right shoulder and slowly pushed it a few times.

The Qilin arm had been aching faintly since the beginning, although this pain had weakened as Mo Xie blasted away the motorcycle thugs, and even when Qin Wuming was tortured later, Mo Ye could hardly feel the existence of this pain, but, after half an hour, Mo Xie regained this forgotten pain again.

"If I hadn't confirmed it with my eyes, I would have had the illusion of a steel needle stuck in my shoulder. ”

Mo Xie thought so, the pain in his body made him ignore the fear on the faces of the passengers.

He opened the door of the nearest carriage, and the moment he stepped into the carriage, three things rushed to him.

"Wow, wow, wow, ......!"

The cry of a young child.

"Hiss......"

The sound of men gasping.

Then there was a deathly silence.

It's like walking between the graves, looking around, no one dares to look at Mo Ye, and no one dares to speak.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Originally, the officials of the Heavenly Dynasty had already made a very precise positioning for Mo Ye's image.

A heinous murderer, a daring madman, a 'mobile ATM' that can be rewarded with a very generous reward for just a little information about his whereabouts......

However, as the saying goes, 'it's better to see than to hear', after Mo Xie captured Qin Wuming with the means of an eagle playing with chickens and tortured him enough to make those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry, no one dared to call the so-called hotline on the wanted warrant to report the crime.

At least in front of Mo Ye, no one dared to do this.

Just like when facing Qin Wuming, most people remained silent.

They have run out of guts.

"Where's the conductor?"

Mo Xie ignored them, or rather, he had already tasted the subtle aura that permeated the train at the moment.

He knew that now he would not have contact with anyone unless necessary.

Making a cold look, Mo Ye said to a flight attendant.

He ...... The commander had disconnected and the cab was locked from the inside...... I'm afraid ......"

The attendant named by Mo Xie was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, and at this moment she was shrinking behind the food delivery car, looking frightened.

I don't know if Qin Wuming's 'solo' in the sky was too 'pleasant', or if Mo Ye's tone was too cold at the moment, and the flight attendant shivered more than ten times without finishing a word.

"I see. ”

Mo Xie nodded slightly, shooting people first and horses first, this is a very simple truth, the train captain is probably the first person on the train to encounter misfortune.

However, this car still needs to continue to drive, Mo Ye needs this car to continue driving, even if the next site has been laid a net, Mo Ye must rush in.

Mo Ye had a premonition that something terrible would happen once it got dark.

He trusts his instincts.

"The captain is dead, who can drive the train, if you don't want this car to die in the wilderness, keep up. ”

Mo Xiedao, his voice was not loud, and even he deliberately did not use force when he said this, but every word he said fell into the ears of the passengers in this carriage.

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PS: I've had some trouble with the things at hand lately, and this chapter isn't complete, but let's send it out like this for the time being...... Try to revise it tomorrow.