It's all too normal, but it seems weird. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Linglong looked at these passengers, and always felt that something was wrong, the train had stopped moving a long time ago, and these people didn't feel abnormal? Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly turned golden, and the scene in front of her changed dramatically, all the passengers were pale, their necks were crawling with black corpse spots, their clothes were tattered, and they were stained with blood.

A teenager dressed as a student, with only two fingers, was holding a large bag of phoenix claws in his hand and ate it, as if he didn't know that it was actually a human finger, but chewed it with relish.

Three young men are fighting the landlord, and strangely enough, there is no skin to be seen except for the face. The playing card is a flesh-colored leather with a dark red skull pattern on it, but it is somewhat hard, and it feels like a real playing card.

The little boy took a bloody man's head to make a leather ball, kept pinching and pinching, and from time to time used the head to hit his mother next to him.

Mom just smiled and pinched his face, and picked up the head for him.

The man sitting next to his mother was missing a head, and he was holding a newspaper and pretending to look at it, and I really don't know which eye he used to read it.

A one-eyed young man wearing glasses next to him took a bottle of Cestbon and poured it into his mouth, as if he didn't notice that it was full of bright red blood, and an eyeball was drunk by him.

Linglong was a little disgusted, lowered her head, but found that the aisle was full of blood, still flowing slowly, and when she looked up again, she found that the rows of duffel bags (boxes) above were oozing bright red blood, flowing down little by little.

Linglong's eyes suddenly flashed, and there was a brilliant wishful stick floating in his hand. Just as she was about to swing her stick and beat the ghost to death, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her.

Wang Hui grabbed Linglong's hand, shook it vigorously, and said eagerly: "Linglong, what's wrong with you?"

After a few moments, Linglong came back to her senses, only to find that her surroundings were back to normal again. She smiled at Wang Hui and said, "I'm fine, but these people don't seem to be normal." ”

Wang Hui nodded and said, "It's really not normal, just don't provoke them, let's go find Shen Linfeng first, I think he must still be in the carriage." ”

Immediately, the group continued to walk forward, and they were almost at the door.

Suddenly, a leather ball smashed on the back of Qingqi, who was the last to walk.

Qingqi turned around and saw a little boy smiling at her: "Sister, give me back the ball." ”

Qingqi smiled slightly, bent down to pick it up, but the ball suddenly turned into a bloody human head, with a hideous face, and opened his mouth to bite Qingqi's slender fingers. Qingqi's fingers bloomed with a cyan thunder arc, and the power of heavenly thunder exploded, and with a bang, the human head exploded instantly, and flesh and broken bones splashed everywhere. Although Qingqi has a simple personality, she has experienced so much with Wang Hui and her party, and has matured a lot, so she has long been on guard against plotting.

"Woo, Mom, they broke my balls. The little boy burst into tears.

The little boy's mother changed her face in an instant, her face became pale, her neck was covered with black corpse spots, her expression was hideous, and she glared at Qingqi angrily.

"Bullying a little boy is damned!"

"It's shameful to snatch children's toys!"

"Kill them!"

The passengers also immediately cursed, as if Qingqi and his party had done something heinous. Then they all turned into hideous-looking demons one by one, and pounced on Wang Hui and his party.

The dragon girl's whole body was full of heavenly dragon qi condensed, and immediately a golden circle of light rippled out, and all the evil ghosts were instantly knocked away.

The demons struggled to their feet, their eyes glowing green, and they pounced again.

"Looking for death!" Wang Hui's eyes flashed with a trace of killing intent, and the majestic divine thoughts surged out, sweeping away in all directions like a tornado, and one by one the ghosts instantly burst into a soul storm, and then his divine thoughts were rolled, and all the broken soul power was included in the sea of knowledge, and the divine soul transformed into a black and white life and death grinding disk, directly inhaling the power of these divine souls, grinding them finely, and slowly refining. With his Yuanfetus level Divine Soul Cultivation, it was too easy to crush these low-level ghosts.

After a while, Wang Hui opened his eyes, and there was only a broken corpse left in the carriage, and he said indifferently: "Let's go!"

The group held hands and walked through the carriage in front of them.

Time went back a while, and Qing Xuan Lao Dao and Zen Master Withered Leaves chased Wang Hui and his party, but came to another carriage. The two found that this was a dining car, and there were more than a dozen people dining, but they didn't find Wang Hui and his party.

The blue light flashed in the eyes of the Qingxuan Dao people, but they opened their spiritual eyes, which could break through the void and illuminate the invisible spirit. At this time, he looked at these people again, but found that all of them were pale, and corpse spots appeared on their necks, like corpses, and then looked at the fingers, toes, intestines, hearts and livers of these people in these plates. These people eat with relish.

He took a closer look, but found that many of these people lacked fingers, and they could still eat so refreshingly because they ate their own fingers. When I looked again, I found that there was a wide crack in the chest of several people, and it was empty, and I didn't know whose plate I cooked.

Qingxuan Daoist was faintly a little disgusted, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "Be careful, these people are a little wrong." ”

Daomen monks like him know that they are practicing the Tao, and when they encounter ghosts and evil spirits, don't call it broken directly, if they do, the other party will immediately take your life.

"It's just some of the dead, don't worry, let's go. The withered leaf Zen master said indifferently.

"The withered leaf Taoist friend is really a profound Buddhist cultivator, and his mentality is good, but these people staying in the carriage are also hidden dangers, and it is better to destroy them. After Qingxuan Daoist finished speaking, the blue light in his hand condensed, and a cyan flying sword appeared, and the sword body flashed with crystal cyan aura, which was obviously of extraordinary quality. This magic weapon is called the Qing Ying Sword, and it is a high-grade treasure.

As soon as the Qingxuan flying sword lit up, the murderous aura loomed, and a group of dead people suddenly stopped pretending, and all rushed over with their teeth and claws.

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of the Qingxuan Daoist's mouth, and the true yuan was poured into the Qing Ying Sword, instantly dividing more than ten cyan sword lights, shooting out, and all the ghosts were shattered by the sword light, turning into broken corpses. These zombies are not zombies, and ghosts are not ghosts, and they can be regarded as liberation.

"Let's go!" Qingxuan Daoist put away his flying sword and said with a smile.

Just as he turned to leave, a golden palm print was imprinted on his back without warning.

With a bang, the Qingxuan Daoist fell to the ground heavily, and the internal organs in his body were almost shattered, and he turned around with difficulty, but saw the faint smile on the face of the withered leaf Zen master.

"Why did you kill me?" he said, holding out a breath, and in this dangerous environment, even if there is any dispute, it is time to settle it outside. What's more, the two have known each other for many years, not only have no hatred, but they have a good friendship, otherwise they would not go on a mission together.

"I have already persuaded you, it is you who have to create evil, and the poor monk can only take action to subdue the demons. These dead people just want to enjoy the food quietly, and what does it matter to you? You think the poor monks are cruel, but you don't know that you beat them to the ground, which is the greatest cruelty. The withered leaf Zen master looked cold, explained slowly, and then turned to leave. (To be continued.) )