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Zhang Xiao hates trouble, but just like everyone will answer when they see this sentence...... He is also not afraid of trouble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you think about it, you can know that such a young man with no background can rely on his own ability to sit in the position of president of the Asia-Pacific region of a multinational company before the age of 25, and he will probably experience more troubles, difficulties, frustrations, and pains than most people have encountered in their lifetime.

If he had been afraid of this, he would never have come to this point; So, one can imagine what he will do when trouble comes to the door again, in front of him, in front of the only way to live!

"It's time for this filthy and dirty broken car to retire." Zhang Xiao didn't look at his right hand, which was covered by the fire of purgatory, and took three steps and two steps to the rear of the car.

There are two positions at the rear of the car, on either side of the car, close to the window, and in the middle of the huge area is the engine of the tram, and the engine that constantly rumbles is obviously not an ornament.

Of course, what Zhang Xiao was looking for was never an ornament.

With the fire of purgatory, Zhang Xiao's right hand slapped the heat sink of the engine.

However, the fire of purgatory did not touch the heat shield at all, it only burned on Zhang Xiao's right arm.

If you look closely, you will find that the fire of purgatory has not departed from the thorn pattern on Zhang Xiao's right hand at all, although the flame looks real, it only burns Zhang Xiao's right hand, and no heat is transmitted at all.

"Hmph, I knew it wouldn't be this easy." Zhang Xiao was not shocked or confused, he had expected it, and tried it on the chair and armrest.

This engine is not an ornament, but it is not an ordinary fuel engine or an electric engine, it burns obsession, it is the core of this ghost tram, how can it be destroyed casually?

In fact, not only the engine, but Zhang Xiao's burning right hand on the chair and armrest also has no power, looking as if there is no flame.

"Young man...... Why...... Can't think about it? "The old man who sat in the back row spoke tremblingly, his cloudy eyes as if he was blind," Mo said...... This tram can't hurt...... Even if...... Hurt...... Yourself...... Alas......" he raised his hand and pointed to Zhang Xiao's right arm.

At this time, Zhang Xiao's right hand has changed to the image of the bone claw again, but it is different from the last time it was polished, this time because the skin and flesh have all been burned and melted, and it is not just one hand, but the whole arm.

Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes, the pain of the ninja deep into the bone marrow, "Don't bother you, I have my own plans." With that, the terrifying heat in his eyes burned a little more, and the mark of the ring of thorns in his hand, which had been burned so badly, resurfaced in the air.

Only this time, the thorns no longer spread on his hands, but wildly in the air!

The strange thorns continued to grow, and, even though they had no flesh and skin, their tips disappeared into space, as if they had really pierced into the flesh of some invisible being.

As the spikes vanished, the fire of Purgatory continued to appear where the spikes had disappeared.

At this time, who still doesn't understand that this fire of purgatory ignites the "blood" that is pierced by these thorns?

Or to paraphrase the ghost tram, this blood is called "obsession".

"Uhh......h

Zhang Xiao doesn't care about him, although these fire thorns are now growing directly in the air, but the roots are still in his hands where there are almost only "black bones", and they can still be controlled by him.

Moving his still conscious shoulders, Zhang Xiao barely controlled the direction of the fire thorns, allowing them to extend to the heat sink of the engine.

This time, with the piercing of thorns, the fire of purgatory spread, and finally ignited the heat shield, but through such a thing, I don't know how long it will take to burn the real engine.

Zhang Xiao looked at it and found that some of the fire thorns had completely detached from his arm, but the flames had not been extinguished, so there was no need to care about it anymore.

I wanted to move the charred right arm that had been burned to the point of only a dry claw, but found that I could barely control my movements, and without hesitation, Zhang Xiao's left hand turned into a hand knife and fell, splitting the bone of his right arm that had been burned to the ground!

The flame on the stump arm of his right shoulder had not been extinguished, but his left hand had been stained with the flames of purgatory.

Zhang Xiao did not frown, and the hatred in his eyes was not extinguished.

Turning around, he was about to walk towards the front of the train, when he suddenly stopped and looked thoughtfully at the old man who was curled up.

"Heh......" Zhang Xiao laughed inexplicably, shook his head, and walked towards the front of the tram

The tram still wobbly drove on the road, and there was still an eerie night sky outside each window, and the flickering lights inside the car waited longer each time to turn on.

I don't know if it's because the fire of purgatory burns silently, or because the light inside the car is getting worse and worse, as if no one has noticed what has just happened.

Zhang Xiao's footsteps were not conspicuous in the sound of the tram, and he did not stop when he passed by the guillotine ghost, let alone any special expression, as if the two sides did not know each other.

But Zhang Xiao felt that the guillotine was "looking" at his back this time.

"Rest assured...... I will not let your sacrifice go to waste. Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes, covering the fire of hatred in his eyes, and said silently in his heart.

Zhang Xiao is not extremely smart, but as a successful businessman, he has many insights that even smart people can't match.

When he returned to the car, he noticed that something was wrong with the car, not that there was one less hangman, but that the tram looked more broken.

Zhang Xiao had already guessed when he understood that the car was driven by burning obsession and was a real ghost car.

The reason why the tram is so broken is by no means because the owner of the tram (if any) likes to break it, but objectively the tram can only be like this - because of the lack of passengers; The lack of passengers is not only a lack of obsession, but also the risk of "stopping service" for this car.

At that time, Zhang Xiao felt that perhaps the relationship between passengers and trams was not only a one-sided shelter and shelter, but also a hidden meaning.

Later, until the elementary school students said that they leaked their mouths, saying that this tram could only, or rather, only dare to shelter some lonely souls and wild ghosts, to obtain their obsessions; Zhang Xiao confirmed his guess - the passengers are not only to provide fuel for this tram, but also its vitality!

So when Zhang Xiao returned to the car and found that the car had become more dilapidated after the lack of the hanged ghost, he immediately realized that there was another thing, that the car's power was about to have problems.

But until now, he couldn't feel that the speed of the tram had ever slowed down, which was naturally abnormal, unless...... There is a person (ghost) or some people (ghosts) who make up for the obsession that the hanged ghost lacks.

This is the same as the plan of the primary school students to torture Zhang Xiao, but the plan of the primary school students has not been implemented, and someone has taken the lead at this time.

"So...... Zhang Xiao didn't stop, but when he passed by the conductor's seat, he instantly raised his left hand, and the burning fire of purgatory had spread from his palm to his elbow, but at this time, he used it as a weapon and stabbed it into the vacant seat of the conductor's seat, "...... You're not invincible, are you? ”

Puff -

The space was pierced, and Zhang Xiao's hand stabbed into a sturdy ...... Headless corpses.

"Sure enough......"

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