Perhaps it was because the discovery was so shocking that the Taoist who called himself "Huang Feng Guan Qing Yuanzi" hurriedly pulled his monk friend and sat in another carriage.

Seeing the two leave, Zhang Peng couldn't help but be a little surprised, he didn't expect this pipe to be so powerful. But what he didn't know was that what really scared the other party away was the "Zijin Innate True Qi" that Xiao Yunuodu gave him.

Since Zhang Peng was not a cultivator, his ability to sense aura was very weak. Therefore, the remnants of the body cannot be perceived and cannot be called.

For ordinary cultivators, the color of the aura in their body is pale blue, and usually the higher the cultivation, the darker the color will be. However, some evil methods, because they directly absorb yin qi and use it, will be infected by the remnants of various life marks, causing the aura to turn red, green, or black.

And cultivators with good talent and innate true qi have a milky white color of their aura, and the purity and density are much higher than those of ordinary cultivators. As for those who possess the innate true qi of purple gold, they are the most talented among cultivators, a genius that is rare in a hundred years, and the color of their aura is purple.

These people are all powerful people. Even if there was only a trace, it was enough to make Qing Yuanzi and Xuan Gang tremble, and they didn't dare to stay any longer.

After the two left, Zhang Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief. They sat next to them, and the pressure was a bit high. He, a lone commander with a light pole, only has three moves to save his life, a pistol, a white soldier, and a black assassin, and he is gone when he runs out. Moreover, there are less than ten rounds of pistol ammunition, so you can be cowardly, and it is always right to be careful.

And just like that, there was no danger to the evening. Zhang Peng ate the military rations of corn lean meat and soba noodles, drank tea for a while, leaned back on his seat, and slowly fell asleep. There is a mirror hidden in the dream, and Lao Wan is quite reliable, so he doesn't have to worry about being sneak attacked.

Zhang Peng slept until the next morning. The sun shines through the car window, shining on the body, and it is a little hot. Outside the window is still the monotonous Gobi Desert, sparse and desolate.

Xiao Yun woke up earlier, boiled some hot blood on a small kerosene stove, and made Zhang Peng a cup of tea. The current Xiao Yun is not indifferent to Zhang Peng, neither far nor close, controls the distance, does not take the initiative to speak, and does not deliberately avoid it. It seems that the refusal that day made Xiao Nizi hold a grudge.

Zhang Peng took out two bags of donkey jerky bought in Fengsha Town from the suitcase, gave Xiao Yun a bag, and ate a simple breakfast with tea.

After eating, Zhang Peng walked back and forth in the car. Many passengers just got up, their eyebrows were sparse, they yawned, and they didn't pay much attention when they passed by. When I arrived at the eighth car, I saw Qing Yuanzi and Xuan Gang sitting close to the ninth car.

After just glancing, Zhang Peng looked away and continued to sweep towards the others, looking like he was inspecting. If he wants to pretend to be a high-ranking person, he can't pay special attention to those two, because in the eyes of the strong, low-level cultivators are like ordinary people, like grass mustard.

Sure enough, seeing "Xuan Peng"'s indifferent gaze and casual attitude, Qing Yuanzi became even more determined in his heart - this is a master in the world, and he must not be offended!

However, because the two of them were there, Zhang Peng could not explore the cargo compartment, so he could only continue to wait and see.

By the evening of the third day, there was a riot in the carriage. Zhang Peng was woken up by a loud noise. Looking around, the passengers' faces were nervous, and they exchanged ears. Zhang Peng glanced at his watch, it was now half past two in the morning, and the corpses were paraded.

"Something happened just now...... Lao Wan, who was in charge of the vigil, saw that he woke up, leaned over, and whispered, "Those living corpses, they were supposed to leave, but they seemed to suddenly hear something, and ......they ran backwards in a swarm," Lao Wan looked in the direction of the sixth carriage and said in shock.

Zhang Peng frowned, thought about it carefully, slammed his hands, and said secretly: "Oh no......"

Nine times out of ten, the commotion of the corpses was caused by those two cultivators. They took advantage of the opening of the iron gate and rushed into the ninth carriage, triggering the pursuit of the corpses.

The purpose of his trip was to hand over the letter from the old man of Tiandao to the conductor. The two of them went in first, and they didn't know if there would be any variables. Although he was a little anxious, he didn't dare to rush over to investigate, nor did he dare to release the skeleton assassin, lest he clash with the corpses and set himself on fire.

After about ten minutes, the corpses returned, and as usual, they staggered through the passage. The difference was that the number of corpses seemed to be less, and some of their clothes looked like they had been burned by fire, gray and black. When approached, it emits a burnt smell.

When the corpses entered the No. 4 carriage and the iron door was closed again, Zhang Peng immediately went to the No. 8 carriage to investigate. I saw that the positions of the two cultivators were empty, and the people were gone.

"What about them?" Zhang Peng casually picked up a male traveler and asked.

"Enter...... Go in......" The traveler said timidly, pointing to the iron door of the ninth carriage.

Zhang Peng slowly let go of his hand, let go of the passenger, then patted the other party's shoulder and asked, "What happened?" ”

"I heard the noise, and I woke up, and I saw the things rushing in that direction. There was fire, there was the sound of explosions, as if someone was blowing up a mountain, or throwing grenades. A lot of arms and thighs were blown out and fell everywhere. Then, the iron door closed itself, and they picked up their bits and pieces, and went back again......"

Through the passenger's account, Zhang Peng had a general understanding of the situation just now. The two cultivators seemed to have some kind of explosive attack that could blow up living corpses. In other words, even if he can get in now, he may be attacked by the other party.

In that case, it is better to wait and see for a while and wait until tomorrow to make plans. Afterwards, Zhang Peng said "thank you", returned to the No. 5 car, and continued to rest.

At ten o'clock the next morning, he again came to the iron gate of the ninth car. This iron gate is exactly the same as the one in the fourth car, but it is reversed, and it can only be opened from the inside.

This is a problem, and you can't go in until the corpses parade at night. Zhang Peng groped up and down, and soon found that the iron door was slightly deformed, so that a small gap appeared. In terms of position and shape, it is caused by a huge external force.

Combined with the situation last night, it is not difficult to deduce that the explosive attack methods of those two cultivators were caused. Zhang Peng's mind immediately moved, and a black mist flew out of his pocket and burrowed into the crack in the door.

"Bang ......"

After a while, there was a sound of twisting the turntable inside, the iron bar on the door frame shrank inward, and finally with a "click", the iron door opened.

This time, he didn't call Lao Wan. On the one hand, Lao Wan is of little use, except for helping to see the wind, he has no combat effectiveness; On the other hand, these people outside are very dangerous, so let him and Xiao Yun stay in the carriage, so they can take care of them.

Zhang Peng entered the door and closed it with his backhand. Since it is opened from the inside, there is no need to worry about locking it from the outside, and it can also block them. For people who have been in the car for a while, Zhang Peng can't believe it at all.

Walking through the junction, the front is spacious and bright, and on the side is a small workshop, and then there is a staggered dining table and dining chairs. It is clear that this carriage is a restaurant.

In the passage, there were several broken corpses lying on the ground. On the dining table and dining chairs, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the wagons were stained with dark red stained blood. If you look closely, it seems that there are also fragments of organs and pieces of flesh.

The shriveled torso leaned against the edge of the passage, its hollow head rolling in all directions, moving slightly as the carriage shook.

Inside the carriage, there was a faint smell of rancidity, and the scene in front of him was even more prohibitive. Zhang Peng took out the white mask from his backpack, dripped some wind oil essence on it, and after putting it on, he summoned the skeleton assassin again, and then slowly walked in.

A moment later, Zhang Peng kicked away a dry corpse with a wide mouth in front of him and came to the end of the ninth carriage.

Connecting to the next carriage is a common iron door on trains, and the upper part is glass, so that you can see inside. But now it's pitch black, and you can't see anything. Zhang Peng squatted down, stuck to the door and listened for a while, but didn't hear any movement, so he turned on the flashlight and shone it inward.

What catches your eye is a stone statue with a monster. Messily arranged on both sides of the passage, there are those with bat wings and heads like monkeys, some with ram's horns and cow rings on their noses, and some with human upper bodies and hooves and tails on their lower bodies.

Gargoyles?

He couldn't help but think of Western legends, a monster that can be transformed into stone and sleep for a long time. They are the best guards of ruins and cemeteries, do not need to eat, and have a long lifespan that only awakens when alarmed, tears the intruder to shreds, stuffs it into its belly, and then falls into a deep sleep again, waiting for the arrival of the next intruder.

Zhang Peng grabbed the doorknob and slowly twisted it open, allowing the skeleton assassin to go in and investigate.

It didn't take long for him to get the general information. The passage is very long, at least more than three hundred meters, and it is a carriage with the characteristics of mustard space.

There are a lot of stone statues inside, but there are no traces of activity. There were two pairs of footprints on the ground, and there were some blood stains. The footprints should be those two cultivators, and the bloodstains are likely to be injured by someone.

From here, Zhang Peng could roughly judge the strength of these two cultivators. He counted the heads of nineteen living corpses in the dining car.

That is, against nineteen living corpses, they were wounded. Using living corpses as a reference, the combat effectiveness of one heavy infantry is equal to two or three. So, what are their chances of winning against thirty or forty living corpses?

Of course, it is possible for information to be wrong, such as that no one of them was injured, and that the blood was from some other creature, but the probability of this is very low and completely negligible.

Also, there are no traces of battle here, and the footprints are not messy, so they should not be in danger. Thinking like this, Zhang Peng walked into the No. 10 carriage.

"Click......"

The slight sound of footsteps echoed in the ears, and in the beams of light swaying from side to side, the stone statues around them were lifelike, like living creatures, making people a little worried about whether they would pounce on them in the next second.

Being in such an environment, he couldn't help but regret it. It's not good to stay at home comfortably, but it's not worth it to come here to be scared, for a broken chess piece.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden muffled sound in front of him, which frightened him into a tremble, like a heavy object falling to the ground, and like something hitting the wall. He quickly turned off his flashlight and hid behind a stone statue next to him, listening intently to the movement ahead.