Buying tickets is another big problem.

Although the overseas Chinese gave Sun Yang money and told him how to leave, he forgot to tell him how to say Yangon in Burmese, let alone help him write down the name of Yangon.

He knew that if he dragged those staff members to point fingers for a long time, he would definitely leave a deep impression on them, so that the pursuers from Qingqiu would not have to spend much effort to know his whereabouts, so he simply observed the direction of the train at the station, quietly walked south along the railway line to the outside of the city, and then secretly got on a train heading south.

He believes that it is impossible for a country with few decent roads to have a complex railway network, and that Yangon is the former capital and largest city of Myanmar, and there must be many trains going in that direction, as long as he finds the right general direction, he should be able to take a ride all the way to Yangon.

Instead of trying to pry open the sealed wagons, he found a wagon for hauling logs, and found a hidden and sheltered place to hide in it.

With the clatter of the wheels hitting the joints of the rails, making a monotonous and regular sound that made people drowsy, Sun Yang moved as much as he could to meditate and quietly began to breathe.

At this time, it had been nearly twenty hours since he fled, but the distance he had left Qingqiu was less than three hundred kilometers. He didn't know how many people Qingqiu would use to chase him, and he didn't know what method Dong Zhuohong would use to help him cover up the real direction of escape, but he knew very well that as night fell, the intensity and efficiency of their search would definitely be greatly enhanced, and at that time, the danger would be greatly enhanced.

Want to ask for help from the surrounding temples?

Such a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

But communication was a big problem first, and on the other hand, after seeing the methods of Miha, Song Zhidi, and Dong Zhuohong, he didn't believe that any temple could withstand the attack from Qingqiu alone.

The train walked south for about half an hour, and after entering a small station, Sun Yang carefully hid from the station staff to see him, at this time, a passenger train that looked new behind it caught up.

Sun Yang immediately jumped out of the truck and quietly climbed into the bus.

There were a lot of people, but they didn't see the conductor he was worried about, maybe they thought that no one would be able to sneak on the train after checking the tickets at the station?

This made Sun Yang's heart calm down.

Feeling hungry, he followed the aroma of fried food to find the food truck and exchanged all the money he had for food.

The train was the fastest he had ever seen in Burma, and it should have reached speeds of more than 80 kilometers per hour, and at that speed, it would take only another four or five hours to reach Yangon. His heart finally settled down a little.

The people around were chatting, but more people were dozing off, most of them seemed to be ordinary people, but there were also a few who were slightly more gorgeously dressed, sitting in a car with a TV and air conditioning, Sun Yang found a corner after eating, and sat down with his head covered.

Time passed, it was completely dark, and the carriage gradually became quiet, and only the monotonous clicking sound could be heard.

At this moment, Sun Yang suddenly felt something.

A black shadow was speeding along the front of the car.

Sun Yang's hand clenched the charm, covering his body with the cloak, and shrunk in the corner, but his eyes kept looking at the black shadow.

It didn't seem to notice Sun Yang, and quickly flew past him.

Sun Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but only a dozen seconds later, the train suddenly vibrated and then stopped.

The passengers on the bus stood up in amazement, and some opened their windows to see what was happening in front of them, but could not see anything in the dark.

Only Sun Yang knew what was going on.

What to do?

At this moment, a figure he was familiar with slowly walked over from the opposite carriage.

Sun Yang immediately stood up and walked towards the back carriage.

"Do you think you can escape?" Song He said in a deep voice.

Sun Yang ignored him, lowered his head and continued to walk forward.

A small black shadow suddenly flew towards him, Sun Yang subconsciously flashed, and with a miserable scream, a man standing in the middle of the aisle fell down with his head covered in blood.

"This man died because of you." Song He continued.

Chaos began to erupt in the carriage, several women screamed, someone was checking what was wrong with the person, a large crowd of people were watching, and the passage was blocked all at once.

"You want to mess around here? Can you handle it when it gets bigger? Sun Yang's footsteps had to stop.

"This man died because of you." Song He's footsteps also stopped, keeping enough distance from Sun Yang, and he said calmly. "If you flee or resist, more people will die."

"Do you have a problem with your brain?" Sun Yang replied angrily. "What do these people have to do with me?"

The other two shadows roared, Sun Yang had to dodge, only to hear two screams, and two more people who were watching the excitement fell.

There was complete chaos in the sub-carriage, screams, loud pleadings and curses rang out, and some people began to flee to the next compartment, while others hid next to their seats with their heads in their hands, or even fell to the ground.

Sun Yang and Song He suddenly stood out.

"These three people died because of you." Song He said.

"Despicable!" Sun Yang scolded angrily. "The breeze protects the body, and all evils do not invade! Open! ”

The golden light flashed and protected his body in the middle, but a black shadow suddenly broke through the car window and flew out with Song He in his arms, Sun Yang hurriedly chased after him, but saw that Song He had reached thirty or forty meters away, and was hanging in the air and watching him quietly.

Before Sun Yang could say anything, a huge force suddenly shook the carriage, and the screams resounded throughout the train, and countless people wailed.

"Are you crazy? These people are innocent! Sun Yang shouted loudly at Song He.

"They were wounded because of you, they died because of you." Song He said indifferently. "If you run away or resist, they won't survive."

Only then did Sun Yang see that Song He's ghost general was standing far away at the front of the train, grasping the body of the train with both hands, and the previous shaking and vibration should have come from this.

Its posture was obvious, and it could destroy the carriage and the people inside at any time, but it was at least forty meters away from Sun Yang's carriage, which was already beyond the scope of the Filthy Talisman.

"What do you want?" Sun Yang shouted angrily.

"Wait." Song He said. "Don't do anything, then they can all survive."