The madman was a little stunned for a moment, and the development of things was beyond his expectations. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, everything in front of me was short-lived, and after a moment, it was calm. In the blink of an eye, there is no illusion, no magic, it is just an ordinary carriage of an ordinary train, and some ordinary people are sitting on it. Originally, they were supposed to be chatting, dealing with their own affairs, and thinking about problems. However, as the madman fled as an uninvited guest, a large number of people turned around and cast suspicious glances at the madman.

What the hell is going on? The madman almost wonders if he is in an illusion created by evil spirits.

"Who's that?"

"He seems to have forcibly pulled the door open just now."

"Mom, I'm scared!"

When people see people like crazy people, they naturally start to get scared.

The madman, on the other hand, had no scruples, he had never forgotten that this was inside the ghost train, and there was not much time for him to linger. He remembered that he had checked it on the fifteenth carriage, and he remembered the faces of some of them. At that moment he stopped there, and strode forward to the fifteenth carriage under the bewildered gazes of everyone.

"That's right, it's you," the madman asked, looking eagerly at a man, grabbing him and shouting, "what the hell is going on?" Do you know something? ”

Unexpectedly, the originally normal man, after being arrested by the madman, looked sluggish and lost his soul, as if he had lost his brain. Not only that, but over time, the man's face is corrupting and disintegrating. Wisps of dirty blood flowed first from his eyes, then from his ears, and then from the folds of his skin, releasing a foul smell. The man's body was swelling, inflating, and his lower body was wet. Every inch of flesh and blood was rotting so much that even the madman's hand could no longer pinch the man's collar, for it was too rotten to bear.

"What's going on?"

The madman was shocked, let go of the man with one hand, and took a few steps back.

But when the man fell back to his seat, his expression recovered, and the situation just now reappeared, but it was just a reverse process, he was born from death, from soulless to soulless.

The madman looked around, and the strange changes in the previous man didn't seem to attract the attention of those people. At this time, after the man fell back to his seat, their expressions were normal again, and they looked at the madman in confusion one by one.

It's so real!

The madman's heart was shocked, and there seemed to be some connection between everything, but he couldn't realize it now. But to the point of probing, it was enough for him.

He already knew that this train was indeed a replica of that train, and that the people on it were almost a replica of that train. But whether those people were also spirits, or the product of some kind of rule, the madman is not sure yet. Everyone has the aura of evil spirits, and it is not enough to determine that those people are evil spirits based on this alone, and it may also be the disguise of other monsters.

"A couple of people aren't there."

The madman noticed this, and several of the people he had interacted with that day were not here, and the place where they should have been sitting was empty. Now that the goal has been achieved, all that's left is to confirm it in reality.

Just as the madman turned to leave, a voice exploded behind him, "Stop, who are you?" Got a ticket? ”

It doesn't take a look back for the madman to know it's a flight attendant, but at the moment he's not interested in it. The ghost train seemed to be heading for some strange place, and his connection to the outside world was weakening, and he could no longer linger, or he might indeed become the owner of those empty seats.

"Wowhahaha, I didn't buy a ticket, so I'd better jump out of the car!" The madman pulls his legs and runs.

In the rear, an extremely cold aura struck, making the madman's heart palpitate, and the flight attendants would not have this kind of breath. Evil spirits will not have this kind of breath, that kind of breath is very familiar to him, it is the breath of the ghost path.

"Isn't it?"

The madman who had already arrived at the junction of the trains looked back.

"Sorry, this car doesn't offer drop-off service in the world." The beautiful flight attendant grinned and laughed miserably. With every step she took, a layer of her flesh would be stripped of her flesh, and parts of her uniform would burn off. It was the flames of hell intertwined with blood and gray flames, it was the translucent spirit body, it was the skeletal body with the meaning of reincarnation, it was the eye of sin that counted sins. All of these qualities are connected to evoke a not-so-distant memory in the madman's mind.

Hell Knights, also known as Ghost Knights, are legend to be walkers in hell who deal with the spirits of sin. Sometimes they also appear in the human world in order to capture some evil spirits who have escaped from hell. In general, their existence is the maintainer of order.

"Really?"

The madman was stunned for a moment, he hadn't seen the so-called Hell Knight, he had only learned a little about it in the small talk with the "senior brother", and that was when he was in Kirikawa Town.

Just as the madman was stunned, the Hell Knight came to him with a miserable laugh, and a palm that was burned to reveal the white bones reached behind his back, and pulled out an oversized horse chopping knife burning with red flames.

"Could it be the flame of the Shura Dao!"

The madman's mouth opened wide, and he suddenly remembered the means of the gods. It is said that the weapons that can attach the flame of Shura are extremely powerful, and they are said to be able to slash all evil beings, and greatly restrain the power of evil spirits.

"It's not good!" The madman's combat power as a spirit is supported by those evil spirits on his body. Thinking of this, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and slammed into the front door.

A crimson shadow swept by, the air exploded, and the terrifying impact made the surrounding walls tremble.

The madman screamed and staggered back, his arm cut off by the knife. The severed arm burned violently in the air, ignited by the flames of the Shura Dao, and dissipated into the invisible in an instant, which can also be understood as being burned by the flames to the point of invisibility. The slashing knife was amazing, and it was not enough to cut off the madman's hand with one slash, it fell downward, and struck the floor again, cutting a large gap.

"It's so strong!"

The madman was secretly surprised, and the severed hand was quickly restored with the replenishment of spiritual power. At the same time, he used his imagination to transform into the knight Scold and drew his short sword.

The Hell Knight was completely revealed at this moment - his whole body was burning with flames intertwined with blood and gray, and only the reincarnation bones could be seen inside, and what covered the bones seemed to be an invisible flame, and the outline could be faintly seen. It doesn't breathe flames all the time, the flames are more obvious in the skull and joints, and the flames that come out of that part are just right, just right to outline the form of the Hell Knight.

"Stay!"

The Knight of Hell roared, and raised the massive saber again. Strangely, as soon as the knife left the ground, the ground automatically recovered. It is like a stream of water that has been cut, and it automatically converges and takes shape.

The madman's pupils narrowed, and it was too passive to fight the Hell Knight in such a place. However, at this time, against the Hell Knight, there is no possibility of turning around and escaping, and there is only one battle.

"I didn't buy a ticket!" The madman yelled.

The Knight of Hell laughed miserably and said, "What are you talking about? Didn't you carry your ticket with you? ”

"Could it be ......" the madman remembered something.

"Your spirit is your ticket to the underworld!" The Hellknight's raised saber fell again. This knife is extremely fast, and this knife seems to be about to smash the madman's heavenly spirit cover.

"Wow, ahhhh

The madman barely blocked it with his dagger raised, and then, in the nick of time, bypassed the Hellknight, and rushed to the sixteenth carriage. He didn't stop, and rushed straight to the last door.

The Hell Knight glanced at his broadsword with some confusion, as if wondering why he hadn't been able to cut the madman's dagger in two. But when he saw the madman fleeing, the Hell Knight also chased after him, slashing the saber again and again, smashing a few people who were stunned there, and smashing several rows of seats, but he just failed to hit the madman.

Fortunately, the madman is not only using the power of evil spirits, but also the power of the Animal Dao, which also belongs to the power of the Six Paths, and the power of the Shura Dao will not suppress it. Otherwise, the madman just now would not have been able to block that knife, and he would have been immediately slashed on the spot. Several times after that, the madman brushed by the saber, and even though he was not directly hit, the attached force of the flame burned his body.