"Something's coming!"

Venason seemed to be burned by fire, and his amber pupils instantly widened, which was a direct feedback from spiritual intuition, almost as if it was a conditioned reflex, and he judged that something extremely terrifying was approaching!

It's a high-sequence powerhouse!

Jason's old father's notebook recorded that he could directly feel the coercion, at least the existence of Sequence 5 or above.

The extreme tension made Vinason's heartbeat suddenly increase to an alarming speed, and under this silent pressure, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and the nerves tensed to an unprecedented limit!

The empty rows of seats shook suddenly, as if they were filled with people in an instant!

"It's coming!"

Venason quickly took out a silver-white revolver from his coat pocket, and at the same time, his mental power instantly filled the entire carriage!

"Bang!"

A puff of white smoke came out of the muzzle, and the bullet tore through the air and shot at the table in front of the right, the powerful bullet piercing the wooden table into a black hole the size of a fist.

"What's the situation? I didn't shoot, did I? ”

Venason looked at the already fired revolver in disbelief, his face full of horror, something was definitely invisibly pulling the trigger just now.

Can't find your spiritual power, and you can't see your spiritual vision?

"Bang!"

Another shot, this time on the table and chair on the left.

Bang! Bang!

The bullets were still fired without warning, and the noise around them intensified, but the difference was that all the places pierced by the bullets were silent, and there were fleshless bones.

They crawled out of the void with a hideous, mechanical hold on to the table, crunching their heads and turning their heads, their empty eye sockets burning with illusory flames, looking at themselves.

"Spirits of the undead?"

Pedal Pedal Ped

Vinason retreated sharply, relying on his powerful mental power to maintain his balance, and opened a relatively safe distance from the pile of spirit creatures.

It is impossible for spiritual creatures to appear out of thin air, it is a high-sequence powerhouse hiding in the shadows who is playing ghosts!

Almost subconsciously, Venason understood the reason, he quickly bounced open the revolver magazine, poured out the remaining two bullets, and threw them into the air, and the moment the bullets landed, the spiritual power was activated!

Zheng –

The air seemed to freeze, and the yellow bullets suddenly froze in mid-air, one left and one right, and kept spinning at high speed.

Sure enough, in danger, I could control two bullets in a split second.

Moreover, the spiritual power operates at the limit, and the perception has reached unprecedented clarity, including the sparrows flying outside the train, the squirrels running by, the rabbits in the fields, the stones under the railroad tracks, and the black thorns rising wildly at the front end......

Wait, Black Thorns...... There are stones under the railroad tracks, how can there be black thorns?

Wrapped in both spiritual power and spiritual vision, he clearly saw black thorny vines the thickness of fingers, climbing out of the cracks in the stones.

In just an instant, the rhizome wrapped around the railing at the bottom of the train, and was quickly torn off and grown, and then ripped and regrown, endlessly, as if it were a wriggling black ocean.

Venathan's head buzzed, he couldn't understand the situation at this moment, from the undead creatures at the beginning, to the black thorns now, this kind of magical thing has completely surpassed his own cognition, if he didn't face enough strange events, I'm afraid he would have lost his mind at this moment and turned into a madman.

"It's another high-sequence powerhouse, and there are two high-sequence powerhouses hidden on this train."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black thorns sprouted out of the spirit creatures without warning, and flower buds began to grow at each petiole, as big as grains.

Roar –

A suppressed roar to the extreme, spit out from the mouth of the spirit creature, kneeling to the ground as if in pain, the black thorns were still rising wildly, and with the clattering sound, the spirit creature covered with flower buds directly disintegrated into broken bones, and the flower buds withered in a blink of an eye.

All the noise disappeared at this moment, and only the sound of Vinathan's pounding heartbeat remained in the entire carriage.

The surrounding light distorted even more than before, and the overall temperature dropped so rapidly that it was like entering a cold ice cellar, making people breathless.

What happened just now, how could the spirit creatures suddenly be destroyed by the inexplicable black thorns?

Could it be that this extraordinary event is not directed against me? Or I happened to be caught in the middle?

Venason looked at the picture in front of him with trepidation, the black thorns were obviously aimed at the undead creatures, so in the same way, it was actually two high-level powerhouses hiding in the shadows attacking each other.

This is the only explanation, and the most accurate.

On an extraordinary train, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to hide two high-sequence powerhouses at the same time? Anyway, this is also the exclusive transcendent train of the Church of St. Hornavich.

In the midst of all these thoughts, Venason couldn't help but gasp, always feeling that his luck was a little better. ”

He moved his calves, and was just about to escape from the carriage, when the pile of broken skulls before rolled down to the side of the seat, and he turned his head to look behind him inexplicably.

"Its gaze, should it be ...... Behind me? ”

Venason turned his body a little stiffly, and his afterglow swept through the window glass, and he saw that it was not himself reflected in the glass, but a woman with her head bowed and wearing a retro and complicated dress.

He could see it very clearly, as if he could feel the aura of death behind him.

Sticky blood dripping from the delicate long dress, and the smooth and colorful pink tentacles kept squirming from under the skirt, she slowly raised her head, and her delicate hair slipped down from both sides, and she was a faceless man without eyes, nose, or mouth.

"The third high-sequence powerhouse?"

The image reflected in the car window glass was distorted and distorted, and Venason only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he could barely maintain his mental power to control two bullets.

Under normal circumstances, it is already a rare event to be able to inexplicably encounter two high-sequence powerhouses fighting, and being caught in the middle like this and encountering a third one is definitely a terrifying event in the transcendent circle.

The Faceling seemed to hear the sound of Vinathan's heartbeat, turned his head, took a step forward, spread his hands, and posed in a strange shape that resembled a cross, and the next second disappeared eerily without a trace.

"What about people?"

Venason stared at the cold light on the surface of the glass, and under the flickering red light in the carriage, something even stranger happened.

He took a step forward, and then his scalp tingled and he found that his shadow stayed in place, and slowly stood up in a huddle, accompanied by the sound of ticking and ticking, gradually gaining color, shape, and consciousness.

The color of blood on the surface of the glass reflected Venathan's eyes, his near-frozen gaze.

It's a lady who is extremely beautiful, it is the faceless person just now, at this moment, she has facial features, so beautiful that she can't find any fault!

At this moment, the sound of a chaotic quarrel suddenly sounded in his ears, like countless men and women gathered together, screaming at each other in hoarse voices.

"What are you here for? This is not the place for you to be, get out of here......"

"Slut, you seduced my husband......"

"Mr. Viscount, the twelve-year-old Hinako you asked for has been found, and I have already sent her to your room......"

"It's wonderful, this is exactly what I was looking forward to, Your Royal Highness, this time I want you to sink completely......"

"Ms. Osman, I heard that you are sick, I came to visit you, eh, why don't you see your daughter......"

......

The cacophony of rustling filled the entire carriage, and the sounds of men and women interacting with each other loomed, as if spreading from the bottom of people's hearts, and Vinason wanted to follow uncontrollably.

Tick... Tick......

The rolling sound of unfamiliar mechanical gears and bearings clicked, like a pocket watch plucking the hands in the ear, and with the ticking sound, the carriage became silent at once, and after a few seconds, these voices gathered and shouted angrily and panic:

"Are you crazy? Take that thing! ”

Tick... Tick......

"Take it, take it away!"

Tick... Tick...... Just as the hands had finished their circle, Venason snapped open his eyes.

"Everything was still a dream? Circular dreams? ”

Call...... He exhaled heavily, then quickly wiped his eyes, returning his vision to normal.

The viscous and smelly red liquid suddenly dripped from front of my eyes!

"It's ......"

He subconsciously looked forward, and gradually moved up, and he found that the roof of the carriage was covered with wriggling, bulging, dense pieces of black fluffy flesh, hanging all kinds of human faces connected to the slime in the air, arguing with each other, talking to each other, and pleasing each other.

And the red blood that dripped before seeped out from the gaps in these people's faces and eyes, and with the rhythm of speaking, the blood stains had flowed along the car window glass, to the table, and to the feet.

The scenery outside the window is still the same, the fields and forests alternate on their own, and the steam train clangs to play a beautiful and melodious melody.

Venason stood in the middle of the carriage, instinctively trying to back off, when suddenly his arm flicked, and his fingertips touched something slippery and soft.

Then his head buzzed violently, his body was like an electric current, a huge distorted shadow spread from the bottom of his heart without warning, the chill in his back soared to an infinite extent, his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't relieve the feeling of suffocating even if he inhaled desperately.

"Can't turn back, she... He... Right behind me..."

Leaning against something soft, Venason knew very well in his heart at the moment that once he looked back and saw something, with his current personality, he was afraid that he would directly lose control and disintegrate into a monster, becoming one of those faces on the top of the steam train.

"Smack!"

There seemed to be something cold between his fingers, and he didn't dare to look at it, and his stiff fingers slowly let go.

Boom –

The steam train burrowed into a dense forest, and the bright light from the outside world flickered a few times before disappearing inexplicably.

Enveloped in darkness and with the chill still spreading, Venason couldn't imagine what he was going through.

I don't know what the hell is sticking to my back, sticky blood is soaking my body, and pink tentacles are like sinuous snakes, crawling up my shoulders, wrapping around my neck and chest, trying to swallow it.

The suffocation was getting heavier, and Venason was out of breath, but the pink tentacles were still tightening inward, as if to squeeze it, shoving every part of his body into the soft mass behind his back.

Click, click, click!

Suddenly, a silvery-white light flashed quickly!

Everything around them seemed to press the forbidden button, and quickly calmed down, and the blood-colored, sticky, dense black fluffy pieces of flesh were as peaceful as a windless lake.

The faces of the people who were originally arguing lost their complex expressions such as indifference, viciousness, hatred, and pleaser, and became peaceful and quiet.

At some point, Venason saw the creak of high-heeled shoes at the junction of the head of the carriage.

A lady carrying a dark brown leather suitcase slowly walked out of the darkness.

Her long, black forest-like hair is lazily and casually draped around her waist, and a pair of one-sided glasses rests on the bridge of her small and delicate nose......