Chapter 99: Life Hangs by a Thread (Three Watches)

Have you ever been beaten up by a group of people? If so, magnify that feeling 10,000 times, that's how I feel at the moment.

Resentful spirits are not like humans, they can be crowded together, humans cannot overlap, they cannot really huddle together, but they can do it.

With a snap of the female corpse's fingers, I was surrounded by a whole carriage of resentful spirits in the center, and they frantically besieged me, I only felt that there were countless hands scratching on the surface of my body, and countless mouths gnawing on the surface of my skin.

These resentful spirits are as cold as ice in winter. As they gnawed and scratched, a cold breath drilled into my skin, and my body gradually began to become numb and stiff.

The only thing I could do was to tug at the iron handle on the bathroom door, and I was still pulling at the bathroom door with all my strength. Want to open it and escape from this ghost train.

But even without the siege of the ghosts, I could not open the door and escape, now that the door is twisted and deformed, there are countless ghosts harassing me and attacking me. How could I possibly open it?

Just when I felt more and more painful and about to lose consciousness, the flower mark on my left arm slowly lit up, burning a black flame, but it was very weak, not very powerful.

But the spirits seemed to be afraid of the flames, and the spirits around them immediately retreated, and my left arm broke free.

A thought suddenly came to me in my heart: if I want to get out of trouble, as long as I call on the power of this flower mark on the other side, I can absorb all these resentful souls.

The thought came to me without warning, as if someone had forced it on me, but when it came to me, it kept circling in my head, as if someone kept saying in my ear: Do this quickly, and then you will be free immediately.

Prompted by that thought, I had a longing in my heart, and just as I was about to call on the power of the Flower Mark on the other side of my left arm, I suddenly woke up: No, I can't do this!

It was the corpse demon who brought me into the ghost train, terrorizing me and directing the spirits to attack me, and the flower mark on my arm was originally the one she had put on my arm with several lives.

At this moment, this sudden thought came to me, but I want to use this flower mark on the other side to deal with the resentful spirits in the ghost train, is there something wrong with the logic of this?

No matter how you look at it, this is like a trap, not a good solution to the problem - the godmother once told me that the flower mark on the other side can't absorb too many souls, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Could it be that this is the real purpose of the female corpse to bring me into the ghost train, she is not trying to kill me, but wants me to use the Flower Mark of the Other Shore to absorb more resentful soul power?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a thrill, forcibly endured the cold feeling and tingling sensation on my body, and forced myself not to think about the flower mark on my left arm.

But how can the taste of being eaten by countless resentful souls be so bearable? Even if it is an ordinary skin trauma, many ordinary people can't stand it, and the pain of being torn by countless mouths and hands is millions of times more painful than ordinary skin trauma.

I just felt a tingling sensation in my body getting stronger. The whole person's consciousness began to blur, and only the warmth on my left arm made me yearn more and moreβ€”I knew in my heart that if I continued like this, even if I didn't take the initiative to call, my subconscious mind would actively crave the power of the flower mark on the other side.

Just when my consciousness was about to be completely blurred, and my mind was about to subconsciously throw myself into the warmth of my arm, there was a sudden sound of electricity on the doorknob, which made me convulse all over, but all the resentful spirits around me were also stimulated by this electricity, and all of them retreated.

Before I could react, another burst of electricity flashed, and I felt that the bathroom door in front of me was actually stimulated by the electricity, and began to deform, as if it was about to return from a twisted form to a regular rectangle.

At this moment, I was blessed to the heart, and suddenly remembered that when Liao Qingjiang got on the train, he brought a bag of all kinds of props, all of which were electric shock sticks and other things, and suddenly understood: This may be Liao Qingjiang found out that I had an accident and was opening up the passage between the real world and the ghost train. As long as the toilet door is back to its original state, I can open the door and go back.

I didn't care about my body being convulsed by high voltage electricity, I wanted to die, I was dragging the doorknob with one hand, and knocking on the door desperately with the other: "Liao Qingjiang." Fast, increase the power, increase the power. ”

I don't know if I heard my prompt, or if Liao Qingjiang is a clever kid himself, and the electricity at the door stopped for two or three seconds for a short time. Suddenly, a large cloud of electric sparks erupted, and the twisted door was restored to a regular rectangle, and then suddenly opened.

I broke free from the entanglement of countless resentful spirits around me, and rushed into the bathroom desperately, lying on the window and panting for breath. But I was almost suffocated by the smell of the toilet and the bathroom.

At this time, Liao Qingjiang's voice came from outside the door: "Ji Zang, Ji Zang, is it you?" ”

I was so weak at the moment that I didn't have the strength to answer him. He just reached for the doorknob and prepared to unscrew the counter-lock knob and open the door and go out.

Who knew that Liao Qingjiang's voice came from outside the door: "It seems that it still doesn't work, you have to increase the voltage, and do it again." ”

Hear the conversation outside the door. I subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and before I could react, I just felt a burst of electricity rushing in from the doorknob, beeping and beeping, and I also jumped and broke danced. After convulsions for a long time, the whole person finally stopped.

Thousands of words, in the end, only one sentence: "I am your uncle!" Liao Qingjiang, you are a pit goods! ”

This time, I was really completely soft, but because of the smell in the bathroom. I used the last of my willpower to prop myself up against the door - I didn't want to sit on the floor, it was dirty.

I probably heard the sound of my feet kicking against the bathroom wall when I was electrocuted, or hearing the last two words I sweared. Liao Qingjiang's surprised voice sounded outside: "Open the door, open the door, it's done." ”

The sound of small metal wrenches colliding sounded on the toilet door, and the anti-lock knob on the doorknob also turned, the door was opened, and Liao Qingjiang rushed in and hugged me, who was about to fall to the ground.

The flight attendant also looked in, and then looked disgusted: "Oh, it's smoked to death." ”

With Liao Qingjiang's support, I went to the cabin of the flight attendant to rest. I didn't go back to the sleeper because the carriage was full of people watching the excitement now.

After Liao Qingjiang helped me sit down, he first brought me a glass of water, and then went back to pack up a lot of his equipment, except for high-voltage batons. There were also two high-energy battery packs and a couple of electronic devices that I couldn't understand the purpose of, and it looked like they were pressurizers or something, because they had two power clips on them.

Apparently, this is the device he used to release the high-voltage electricity and save me back.

Rested for a while. I drank a glass of hot water, and my body finally warmed up a little and my strength regained a little.

Over there, Liao Qingjiang packed up the equipment, put his bag under the seat of the flight attendant's lounge, and walked in. He asked me, "What the hell is going on, where did you get it just now?" Did you travel through time and space, or did you encounter a ghost train? ”

The attendant over there had just finished cleaning the toilet and came over to listen to the gossip, and when he heard Liao Qingjiang talk about the ghost train, his face changed significantly.

I noticed the change in his expression, and my heart moved, and I asked, "Have you heard about the ghost train?" Or have you seen it with your own eyes? ”

The flight attendant was a young man in his early twenties, and he still had pimples on his face, and when he heard me ask him, his face suddenly became ugly, and he shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen it." ”

But where can the young man's little city be hidden? I persuaded, "You just saw it, we are professionals, if you really encounter that kind of weird thing, just tell us about it, maybe we can help deal with it." Think about it. If you meet it once, it's your luck, but what if you meet it again next time? ”

The flight attendant hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then don't tell outsiders, because this kind of thing is not allowed to be said, but that time really almost scared me to death." ”

"We're not going to spread the word, let's talk about it."

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