"Toot toot toot...... Doodoo ...... Toot Toot ......"

Half an hour after Xiao Zhang rejected the "foreign traveler", Zhang Peng's mobile phone suddenly rang. When I picked it up, it turned out to be Xiaoqiang's phone.

"Big brother, that's ...... The shop reappeared. He...... He asked me to come to you and invite you to come and be a guest. There was a slightly timid voice over there.

Zhang Peng suddenly became sleepy, and sat up from the sofa, "You wait, I'll go over right away." "This mysterious "Heavenly Dao Grocery Point", and perhaps the whereabouts of other chess pieces, hurry over and take a look.

Then, Zhang Peng found Li Chunsheng and Lao Huangpi, hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and rushed to Xiaoqiang's neighborhood in a hurry.

In the dimly lit alley corner, debris was piled up everywhere, and a shop door appeared in the place where it had been a stone wall. Looking through the glass on the door, it was dark and dim, and only the outlines of furniture and objects could barely be seen.

"Crunch ......"

"Eh, anyone?"

Zhang Peng was a little impatient, pushed the door and walked in. With the light of the door opening, the scene inside is much clearer.

Small round tables, wooden stools, candlesticks, tea sets, vases, table clocks, puppets, music boxes, fans, copper incense burners, screens, wooden barrels, rattan baskets, umbrellas......

It's a mess, there's everything.

"Hello, friend." Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in the corner.

Zhang Peng was startled, and fixed his eyes to see that in the dark place in the corner, there was an old man in a black robe.

"You invited me?" Zhang Peng asked as he looked at it. The old man's eyes were small, but they shone brightly. The skin on his face was wrinkled, and although his tone was relatively mild, his expression looked a little gloomy.

"Yes, friend, please be seated." The old man stood up and said, making a gesture of please.

On Zhang Peng's left hand side is a wooden chair with a backrest. At this time, Li Chunsheng and others also followed. The already small shop has become even more crowded. Zhang Peng pulled out the wooden chair and sat down generously.

"You are the old man of Heavenly Dao, Uncle Jiang?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Exactly." The old man bowed slightly.

"What's the matter with me?" Zhang Peng leaned back and asked in a relaxed tone. Although the purpose of his trip is to find out the whereabouts of other magic chess pieces. But this meeting was proposed by the other party, so you should first find out the other party's intentions.

"I lost a small toy...... the old man glanced at Zhang Peng and said lightly, "I want to ask the friend who picked it up to return it to its original owner." ”

"Is that it?" Zhang Peng took out the skeletal assassin's chess pieces, played with them in his hand, and asked lightly.

"Exactly." The old man replied with a relaxed expression.

"But that's not what I picked up." Zhang Peng spread his hands, showed a profligate smile, and said, "You can understand that this is a trophy." ”

The old man looked at him, narrowed his eyes, and asked meaningfully, "You mean, you don't plan to return it?" ”

"Exactly." Zhang Peng nodded and said, looking "you guessed right".

"Don't be too greedy, young man......," the old man admonished, "you know, you are not guilty, but you are guilty. There are some things that you can't take. He spoke in a calm and earnest tone, like a gentle elder, if it weren't for the hoarseness of his voice.

Zhang Peng smiled and said, "I can't care so much." Anyway, it's in my hands, it's mine, and no one wants to take it. ”

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, very good, very good!" The old man smiled grimly and said in his hoarse voice.

As the gloomy voice sounded, the old man's figure increased in vain, and the shadow covered his head. Zhang Peng's eyes were dark, and he fell into the boundless darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

In the sudden change, Zhang Peng was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and then his mind moved, summoning a skeleton assassin.

At this moment, there was a "Huh? With a bang, the darkness faded like a tide, and the room gradually brightened, restoring its original dim light.

"You can summon it." The old man looked at the skeleton assassin one meter away, and made a "tsk" sound.

The skeleton assassin stood still, on guard. Although the other party is not like Ma Jinglei, which will bring it a great sense of danger, it has a deep and unpredictable feeling, so that it does not dare to act rashly.

Zhang Peng didn't speak, just stared at the old man. Li Chunsheng, Lao Huangpi and Xiaoqiang stood at the door, their faces as usual. It seems that Zhang Peng was the only one who fell into darkness just now.

"Well, this can be regarded as fate...... the old man's tone was relieved, and he sighed, "I have tried for many years, but I have not tried anything. On the contrary, it was you, and it didn't take a few days to figure it out. ”

"You mean, don't go back?" Zhang Peng asked.

The old man waved his hand and sighed, "That's it, staying with me is just a functional knick-knack." ”

Zhang Peng was immediately happy, and arched his hand and said, "Then thank you." ”

"I think you are willing to come here this time to inquire about the whereabouts of other chess pieces, right?" The old man tapped his fingers on the table and asked.

"Indeed." Zhang Peng admitted.

"Look at this ......," said the old man, opening a small wooden box next to him and taking out a white chess piece.

Zhang Peng's eyes lit up suddenly, the chess piece was as white as jade, and he was a human soldier holding a sword and shield.

"Interested?" The old man smiled slightly and asked.

"This ......" Zhang Peng stared at the chess pieces intently, his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and the meaning of possession was in words. But he never reached for it, even though the piece was on the table in front of him, within reach.

As the saying goes, if you are courteous to others, you must ask for something. The other party must have some purpose when he took it out at this time.

"I happen to have someone to do, if it's convenient for you......" The old man deliberately lengthened his voice.

"Please!" Zhang Peng blurted out, then realized his gaffe, smiled crampedly, and his face returned to normal.

"I'm going to send a letter to an old friend, and if you can do it for you, this piece will be yours." The old man said with a smile.

"Where? Can't you send it by mail? Zhang Peng asked.

"That's a place that ordinary postmen can't go." The old man replied.

"Then why can I go?" Zhang Peng asked rhetorically.

"Can you go, I don't know......," said the old man, shaking his head, "and I am only responsible for making requests and paying for them." ”

Zhang Peng hesitated for a moment and made a gesture of please.

"The place is easy to find, right at the South City train station. I have a train ticket here, and with it, you can catch a special train. Just give my letter to the conductor. The old man said.

"Ahh Zhang Peng was taken aback, wasn't the train the old man talking about the one mentioned by the "foreign traveler" at noon?

"Looks like you know, so that's even better." The old man said.

"Hmm......" Zhang Peng pondered for a while, pushed the white chess pieces back, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with this." ”

"It's just a deposit." As he spoke, the old man took out another piece from the wooden box.

The piece was black, larger than the White Soldier and the Black Assassin, and it was clad in armor and riding a tall horse, the same Death Knight seen in the dream.

Zhang Peng frowned, his face was cloudy, and finally he gritted his teeth, picked up the white soldier on the table, and did it!

Seeing this, the old man smiled, put away the black knight, got up, and took out a letter and an old yellowed ticket from the chest of drawers next to him.

Zhang Peng took it and looked at it for a while. The letter was sealed with a red wax seal, round in shape, with the word "Heaven" in the middle. The tickets were typed on an old-fashioned ink typewriter and were full of letters. The handwriting is fairly legible, with the words "Dead train, Seat, 19, Coach, 5" in the middle

It means seat 19 in the fifth car, but the name of the train is a bit scary, which can be translated as "death train" or "dead train".

"Any other tickets?" Zhang Peng asked.

"That's all there is left." The old man replied.

"No......" Zhang Peng said in amazement. You can't even bring a helper, how can you play with this?

"The ticket is fixed, and when someone leaves, there will be a new ticket." The old man said.

"What did that come from, Ghost Train?" Zhang Peng asked.

"I don't know what it came from, but it was a long, long time ago, and I was lucky enough to get on the bus once and met a few old friends." The old man replied.

"Can I get out of the car?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Of course you can, but the conditions for getting off the car have been ......changing," the old man paused, looked at Zhang Peng, and said, "I see that there is yellow gas rising above your head, and it must be no problem." ”

"Really?" Zhang Peng subconsciously touched his head.

After a while, leaving the grocery store and coming out of the alley, Zhang Peng was still a little confused. Somehow, I agreed. However, his doubts were soon diluted by the joy of the harvest. Playing with the white jade soldiers, I can't put it down.

Before leaving, the old man of Tiandao told him that the person who gave the chess pieces back then said that Bai Yingling and Hei Yingling could not be allowed to meet, otherwise they would fight unconditionally. Although it will not hurt the roots, it will deplete the aura.

Back at the power plant compound, Zhang Peng couldn't wait to find a secluded grove, bit his finger open, and blood dripped on the white soldier.

The bright red blood seeped into the chess pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared, and the chess pieces were still white and flawless.

"Vocare Guard ......"

"Vocare Footman (Servant Summoning) ......"

"Vocare Sordsman (Swordsman Summoning) ......"

"Vocare Infantry Summoning......

Zhang Peng tried several times, but there was no response. I had to stop and look at the pieces again. I saw that the soldier was wearing tight armor and holding a large shield in his hand. Suddenly, a name crossed his mind, and he subconsciously pronounced it.

"Vocare Heavy Infantry ......"

He was finally blinded to it, and the chess pieces turned into a large cloud of white mist, which spread all around, gradually condensing into ......

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve!

A full twelve sword and shield soldiers wearing round helmets, short swords and war hammers at their waists, large shields on their backs, and white jar helmet armor. They are tall, with thick arms, and more than 1.8 meters tall, and they have to compete with Li Chunsheng.

After condensing and forming, they quickly formed a circle, knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Peng, and greeted in unison:

"As your service, me lord......"

Zhang Peng was dumbfounded, and tried to command. It soon became clear that the sword and shield soldiers were slow, far less agile than the skeleton assassins, and unable to turn into mist to pass through the gaps.

The combat effectiveness is also average, and it takes two or three swords to cut down a small tree. Individually, it should not be as strong as the Skeleton Assassin. But the victory is that there are enough of them, one dozen at a time.