The train creaked slowly in the darkness, and the line seemed to have no end.

"It's really trendy, the rules are actually Texas Hold'em, what kind of maze is this gambling ghost?" Zang Ling looked at the playing cards in the hands of the three of them, pursed his lips, and complained maliciously, "But I know Texas Hold'em." ”

"If you can win the last chip from the dealer, you can leave, and the person who loses all your bets will leave the game and come back next time." Igarashi He Qian said with some fear.

"So what's the bet?" The Gazelle was interested, and he wondered what kind of bet could make someone like Igarashi Heqian feel scared.

The eyes of all three of them glowed with despair and gloomy gray, and finally Kenji took a deep breath: "You keep moving forward here on this subway, your stakes will increase, and the time you spend on the subway is your stakes until your time runs out......"

"Your bet is your time." Chitose whispered, a faint tremor in his voice, as if he was reluctant to believe that this was the reality

Only the sound of the railroad tracks rattling remained in the carriage, and after a long silence, the Tibetan antelope muttered to himself, and a smile seemed to appear in front of him: "I will definitely win, wait for me!" ”

……

On the platform where the Tibetan antelope was before, after the Tibetan antelope boarded the train, a black figure wearing a yaksha mask walked out from behind a pillar.

"Tibetan antelope......" Han Yan looked at the train in the distance and said lightly.

The ground shook slightly, just as the train had arrived on the previous one.

Another train roared to a halt in front of Chill and opened the door to him, but Chill didn't choose to enter the train, he grabbed the roof of the car and rolled over.

Since being baptized by that purple light, Han Di's skills have become more and more vigorous, this change seems to be subtle, Han Di himself does not have some other feelings, he resists the wind on the roof of the car, and his actions seem to be on flat ground, and his body flashes with purple light.

Did the train move, waited only a few minutes and continued to get ready to go, or was the train already waiting for the passengers it wanted?

With every step he felt the vibration under his feet, the monotonous vibration of the train passing through the tracks, and he could detect it if someone or something else was walking in the carriage.

He didn't want to enter the train, because he didn't want to be surrounded in an enclosed space, and the feeling disgusted him, and he already held a silver-white desert eagle in his hand.

I don't know why, when the Poké Balls on his body have disappeared, a desert eagle is still quietly pinned to his waist.

His hand was holding the Desert Eagle tightly in case of some unexpected situations, and he didn't have a Poke Ball on his body, only this Desert Eagle could give him a sense of security.

The train slowly pulls into a tunnel, the darkness of which is unsettling.

"It's a really irritating feeling." The roof of the tunnel was still seeping water, and a drop hit his face, cold, and the cold water wiped away from his face.

But he was really the only one here, and there was dead silence in the carriage, and the feeling of being fully prepared without the presence of an opponent was just as bad. A falling piece of rubble hit him on the shoulder, far more terrible than any enemy, and the tunnel seemed to be crumbling as if it could not stand the erosion of the flowing water, and more and more rubble fell.

Frost fired, and the Desert Eagle's large-caliber bullet tore a hole in the iron sheet of the carriage.

He leaped in like a fish swimming into a coral hole, landing on the floor, grabbing the bar above his head.

Larger and larger gravel hit the top of the train, making a terrifying loud noise, but at this moment these loud noises could not suppress the chilling heartbeat of the moment, like a drum.

Suppose you are in an empty elevator looking at the newspaper and waiting for it to go down, but the moment you put down the newspaper, you suddenly find that the elevator is full of people, all silently without making any sound, and your heartbeat will become like a chill......

Of course, maybe it will stop jumping in an instant!

The subway was full of people, they stood in absolute darkness, no one spoke, no one moved, everyone grabbed the crossbar, like a group of office workers rushing to work early.

Han Yan stood in the middle of them, even his breathing paused, and no breath came out of those "people". "What are these things?" As soon as the cold died came down, he held his breath because this scene was so scary.

Han Yan took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, peeled off the package and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly: "I don't know what you are, but ......." ”

"If you do it, I'm welcome!" The silent "passengers" around him weighed down the cold from all sides like a tidal wave engulfing the reef.

Their raised white palms were faintly fluorescent, and there were no lines in their palms.

The desert eagle in Han's hand had already spat out tongues of fire, and under the impact of large-caliber bullets, those miserable white palms instantly exploded, leaving a trail of flesh and blood.

Bullets were flying, and the cold figure was constantly changing positions, and he looked at everything in front of him with an unchanging face.

The "passengers" still pounced on the cold man, who skillfully ejected the bullet magazine and replaced it with a new one.

The Desert Eagle, which had changed its magazine, began to spit killing fire again, and the hand holding the gun was steady, without a hint of trembling.

Han Yan had come to the end of the carriage as he fought and retreated, and behind him was the door to another carriage.

He tore open the black robe on his body, and the cold man waved it like a windmill, slightly blocking the view of these guys, but the fire in his hand did not stop, and the bullets tore one after another on the black robe.

But these things seemed to be completely unaffected, and they were not afraid of death, and they exuded a dead aura all around them, and they still pounced on them again and again, endlessly, as if they wanted to snatch the breath of life from Han Yan's body.

The cold mourner threw out the clothes, and these things scrambled over the clothes, as if the cold mourners' clothes were some kind of treasure.

Han Yan also took advantage of this time to open the door behind him, and the sound of screaming wind reached his ears, and at the same time, an unexpected voice also sounded in his ears.

"Black Owl?" There was a hint of familiarity in the voice of confusion.

It's the ghostly voice, which is Chiba Mai, but how could they be here, on this train?

"There's no time to think about it!" Chill bit his tongue, trying to concentrate his mind, he pulled the car door and jumped towards the carriage on Chiba Mai's side, while the desert eagle in his hand clicked one after another.

The train's somewhat thin interface quickly broke under the bullet of the Desert Eagle, and as luck would have it, Chiba Mai's carriage was the first one in the train.

The carriage seemed to be thrown away, and gradually retreated in the cold vision.

"Huh......" Han Yan sat on the ground, his tense nerves relaxed, and he was safe for the time being.

The train sped through the tunnel with the only remaining carriage, and it was not known where it would go......