It's an abandoned town, quintessentially American.

Many American horror blockbusters are filmed in such closed towns.

Especially in the middle of the United States, many similar towns are under the control of gangs, and there are many shady scenes.

In these turbulent times, it is even more rampant.

The United States of America and Solidity, which is not a truly unified country in the first place, is essentially a regional federation disguised as a unified country.

At this point, Lin Zhengyang, who has been wandering in the United States for a year, has something to say.

As a veteran trailblazer, he was known to all the gangsters in the neighborhood...... I have seen more or less his force.

So Lin Zhengyang has rarely been able to harvest the spoils of war from the gangsters recently.

The abandoned subway station, at the entrance, the gate is missing, the entrance is overgrown with weeds, and the cold wind is howling, mixed with rain and snowflakes, whirling through this hall.

Almost all of the valuable things have been dismantled and taken away, never underestimate the greed of human nature.

There will be no one here in this kind of weather.

There are no buildings in the vicinity, and this is a neighborhood before the big change, when it was considered a lot of people.

Unfortunately, there was an accident that led to the closure of the area, and even spread to the neighborhood, so that it became a famous abandoned street.

"It's not popular at all, this place is a bit evil."

Lin Zhengyang suddenly stopped and looked behind him.

"Who?"

There was silence all around, except for the sound of wind and rain and snow falling.

"The English I used just now may have come from another world, so I didn't understand it?"

After thinking about it, Lin Zhengyang changed to ancient Chinese.

"Who's the master?"

That's what it means.

Then he repeated the questions in Old Japanese, Modern Japanese, Modern Chinese, Ancient Indian, and even Ancient Roman.

No one answered.

"I heard someone talking·········

Frowning, Lin Zhengyang muttered to himself:

"Forget it, don't make any trouble, I'll wait for the train on the railway."

"Da da da".

The shoes stomped on the floor, making a rattle and echoing on the road.

In the abandoned subway station, the escalator has long been cut off, and Lin Zhengyang walked down from the other side.

Dark, damp, cold.

The lighting on the basement floor was very poor, so Lin Zhengyang opened the belt he carried, chose a mining lamp from it, and then put it on the top of his head.

A bright white light illuminates the way forward.

Soon, he came to the Underground Railroad.

I don't know how long the passage stretched, but at least it could be measured in a hundred miles.

"Woo woo woo ··········"

The wind was blowing incessantly, as if someone was crying.

Only Lin Zhengyang stayed here.

The abandoned platform makes it impossible for a car to enter the station no matter how you think about it.

Since the script hints at this, there must be a train passing by, and the script never goes wrong when it comes to foreshadowing future cause and effect.

But··········

"I hope you've made a mistake this time···········"

Lin Zhengyang's mood is getting worse and worse, and the environment here makes him feel very uncomfortable.

No matter how you look at it, the trains that will appear in such a place will not be a normal thing.

"I guess it's an urban legend of a hearse·········· Why is this place abandoned? ”

At this moment, a gust of yin wind blew, Lin Zhengyang suddenly chilled all over his body, the internal force was involuntarily stimulated, and the human body emitted heat to resist the cold.

"Okay~cold~ah~"

A voice came from behind.

Lin Zhengyang subconsciously wanted to turn back directly, but was suppressed by his martial artist instinct, and kept this posture and rolled out in place.

Then he controlled the direction, and after rolling, he jumped a few steps at once.

After a series of actions, he had already reached for two daggers with dark blue flames, facing the direction where they had been.

A white shadow flashed in sight·······

Lin Zhengyang's heart was terrified, and then he sprinkled crystal white powder on the ground at a speed that he couldn't have imagined··········· That's table salt.

Then, the salt on the ground was quickly blackened and melted by an invisible force.

"The place where I live is the realm of the gods, and the earthly dojo of the gods and gods···········"

With the spirit of words taking effect, it was the malicious talisman he bought, which was originally just a cinnabar talisman drawn on yellow paper, but at this time it floated in mid-air, and the whole was like a light bulb, illuminating a bright place.

As soon as a white shadow invaded this circle of light, it let out a terrible scream.

"Ah·······h

It was like a cat's paw clutching at the glass, a sharp stinging sound.

Lin Zhengyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and a small bottle of special cow tears fell on his left hand, wiped his eyes, and then slowly looked around.

"Hiss ··········"

Within sight, there were already many figures, wearing suits and sportswear, all looking like they were waiting for the bus.

Most of them looked muddy, but a few had already looked at them, revealing a permeable pale smile.

A chill poured out from the bottom of my heart, mixed with a sense of fear.

Taking half a step back, Lin Zhengyang breathed a few times, suppressed the chill that was almost seeping into the bone marrow, took the small dagger, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The white shadow that was repulsed was vaguely a woman with a cloak and a blurred appearance, and was accelerated by Lin Zhengyang a few steps to catch up, and the faint blue cold fire swept through.

"Ah···················h

A terrible scream spread throughout the place, and the white shadow was completely burned with blue fire all over its body.

The spirits that had gathered around them, obviously with bad intentions, also retreated slightly.

But obviously, Lin Zhengyang felt that their eyes had changed.

Before, it could be understood as looking at the lively eyes, but now, it is looking at the eyes of the dead.

Under the protection of the amulet, the living and the dead, clearly distinguished, waiting for the same train.

From the corner of Lin Zhengyang's eyes, he noticed that the retreat had been faintly blocked.

While sneering in his heart, Lin Zhengyang was also muttering:

“············ They made up their minds to solve me in the car for a while, so the car was the original passenger who had the accident? ”

"No matter how few people are on a train, there must be five or six hundred, is this going to be a group fight?"

"But the talismans I brought were all bought at a high price, although they are all mass-produced goods, but there are a lot of them, and if you want to take me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me."

"What's more········· I still have this weird ticket········· I wonder who is calculating whom·············

The ticket, in the jacket pocket, is faintly hot.