"Zhang Fan!! Qingqing!! Seeing that Song Qingqing exerted the supernatural power that died together in order to protect Zhang Fan, Zhou Kemeng no longer had the hippie smile on his face, and two lines of blood and tears slowly slid down from his eyes, looking hideous and terrifying, and he looked like a terrible ghost.

"The power of idealism?!" Zhou Kemeng wiped a handful of blood and tears, lowered his head with a blank expression, and looked at his chest.

"I'm not going to let you die!!" On one side is her best friend, and on the other side is the person she likes. For Zhang Fan, Zhou Kemeng didn't care much about it, but she just liked to tease Zhang Fan.

At this time, I always feel happy in my heart. And as long as he pretends to be angry, Zhang Fan will be scared and sweaty, and then act the spot with a flattering face, in order to make himself happy.

Zhang Fan's inner world is very rich, he is acting to please himself, but he is helplessly spitting groans, which makes her feel very funny.

The more Zhang Fan is like this, the more he likes to peek into his inner secrets through voyeurism. Although she can only see some superficial secrets, she is very content with this.

In Zhou Kemeng's heart, her liking for Zhang Fan, in fact, is not much less than Song Qingqing.

"If I can save you, I'm willing to give everything!!" Zhou Kemeng's eyes gradually became cold and terrifying, she reached out her right hand, showed a knife-like shape, and stabbed directly into her chest, and in an instant, blood gushed and splashed in all directions.

When Zhou Kemeng took out her right hand from her chest again, a beating heart appeared in her palm bloodily.

She actually pulled out her heart. Zhou Kemeng's face was as white as paper, and his figure was illusory and faint, as if he would disappear at any time.

She looked at the heart in her palm and smiled miserably. In fact, everyone doesn't know that the person who has always had the power of idealism is her!

！ But this idealistic power is not much, only a little trace. And it is through this trace of idealistic power that she has the supernatural ability to peek into the hearts of others.

This is her secret, if she is willing to keep nurturing, one day, this trace of idealistic power will become stronger and stronger, and when the time comes, she will become a genuine, complete idealistic ghost.

Not to mention the train captain, even if all the ghosts of the entire Silence join forces, they are not qualified.

But today, Zhang Fan and Song Qingqing both fell into a death situation, and Zhou Kemeng could no longer continue to hide, so he could only be released early.

Although this idealistic power is extremely precious, if it can kill the train conductor, then it is worth it.

"Dead today。。。。。。 It's you!! Zhou Kemeng gasped and stood up, the position of her chest was still flowing white blood outward, she looked at the young man in the distance, and suddenly laughed.

"Huh?" The young man's brow furrowed, and he felt a hint of unease. Zhou Kemeng smiled and smiled, and suddenly spit out blood from his mouth, and under the gaze of the young man, he pinched the heart in his hand into meat sauce.

Almost at the moment when the heart was crushed, a mysterious and mysterious supernatural fluctuation appeared in the form of waves, with Zhou Kemeng as the center, and quickly spread out in the No. 1 carriage.

At this time, the young man suddenly felt a heart-rending pain coming from his internal organs, and before he could react too much, he found that all his supernatural powers had disappeared.

"My power。。。。。。 How..... Seeing that his strength was gone, the young man's expression changed suddenly.

Zhang 。。。。。。 Zhang Fan, his words and spirits。。。。。 Strength...... It's no longer 。。。。。。 You hurry up。。。。。。 Take him 。。。。。。 Settle...... Zhou Kemeng was covered in blood, and her long black hair had also turned gray-white, and it seemed that after crushing her heart, she finally stepped into the point of running out of oil and running out.

Zhang Fan turned his head and saw Zhou Kemeng's miserable appearance, and a sour feeling appeared in his heart. I was about to say something comforting, but I found that the young man was fleeing in the direction of the door of the No. 1 car.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't dare to hesitate, if he was escaped by the other party today, when he regained his strength, he would die today.

"Fuck your uncle, you old king and eight calves, look how I clean you up today!!" Since this conductor has lost the power of speech, he is a paper tiger without teeth in his eyes.

Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves and lifted his clothes, lifted the coffin nail, and rushed forward with one arrow step. He was very fast, and in an instant he approached the young man, and he kicked him to the ground with his foot.

"Wang Ba Lizi, aren't you still angry? Come on! His uncle, let you be proud!! Zhang Fan lifted the coffin nail, directly rounded it, and violently slammed it on the young man's face, breaking his head and bleeding.

Again and again, bloody and violent.

"Ahh The young man screamed as he was beaten, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy: "I beg you to let me go!" I don't dare anymore!! ”

"Put your grandma's put!" Zhang Fan shouted angrily, nailed the sharp end of the coffin, and aimed it into the young man's chest.

Just for a moment, the young man raised his head and let out a terrible scream, and in the next second, the whole person turned into a cloud of snow-white smoke, completely wiped out.

But the smoke was inevitably sucked into it a little by the bronze coffin nails, adding a few seconds of ferocity to it.

At this point, this invincible train conductor died at the hands of Zhang Fan. After solving him, Zhang Fan touched a cold sweat and completely relaxed, and then looked back at Zhou Kemeng with a smile.

But...... In the place where Zhou Kemeng was standing, Zhou Kemeng's figure was gone, only a half lollipop that was eaten and left, lying there quietly motionless.

Before he could understand where Zhou Kemeng had gone, Zhang Fan heard it again, and a painful moan came from Song Qingqing's side.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan saw that Song Qingqing was sitting on the ground with a weak face, her eyes were a little stunned, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing that Song Qingqing was safe and sound, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart was finally completely put in his stomach.

At the same time, the big fat chef limped over, and the injuries on his body were also healing rapidly.

It seems that with the death of the conductor, the supernatural power exerted by him is gradually dissipating.

"You actually killed the conductor?!!" The big fat chef felt unbelievable that Zhang Fan could kill the train conductor.

The conductor has such a terrifying speech, let alone his own shot, even if everyone in the entire Silence is added together, he is not an opponent.

Unexpectedly, today, he was killed by a living person like Zhang Fan, who was powerless. It's incredible, it's unimaginable.