"Something is coming!"
Weinerson seemed to be burned by fire, and his amber pupils suddenly widened. This was a direct feedback from his spiritual intuition. It was almost a conditioned reflex that he determined that something extremely terrifying was approaching!
He is a high-sequence powerhouse!
Jason's old father recorded in his notebook that he could directly feel the pressure, at least those of Sequence 5 or above.
The extreme tension caused Weinerson's heartbeat to suddenly increase to an astonishing speed. Under this silent pressure, the hairs all over his body stood up, and his nerves were tightened to an unprecedented limit!
The empty rows of seats suddenly shook, as if they were filled with people in an instant!
"coming!"
Weinerson quickly took out the silver revolver from his coat pocket. At the same time, his mental power instantly filled the entire carriage!
"boom!"
A burst of white smoke emerged from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet tore through the air and shot towards the table in front of him on the right. The powerful bullet penetrated the wooden table into a black hole the size of a fist.
"What happened? I didn't shoot?"
Weinerson looked at the fired revolver in disbelief, with a face full of horror. Something must have pulled the trigger invisibly just now.
Can’t find spiritual power, can’t see through spiritual vision?
"boom!"
Another shot, this time hitting the table and chair on the left.
boom! boom!
The bullets were still shot out without warning, and the surrounding noise became more and more intense, but the difference was that all the places penetrated by the bullets silently gave birth to white bones without flesh and blood.
They climbed out of the void ferociously and mechanically, holding on to the table, turning their heads with a crunch, looking at themselves with illusory flames burning in their empty eye sockets.
"Undead in the spiritual world?"
Kick, kick, kick!
Weinerson quickly retreated, relying on his strong mental power to maintain balance, and opened a relatively safe distance from the piles of spiritual creatures.
It is impossible for spiritual world creatures to appear out of thin air. It is high-sequence powerhouses hiding in the dark who are causing trouble!
Almost subconsciously, Weinerson understood the reason. He quickly opened the revolver magazine, poured out the remaining two bullets, and threw them into the air. The moment the bullets hit the ground, his mental power activated!
Zheng——
The air seemed to be frozen, and the yellow bullets suddenly froze in mid-air, one on the left and the other on the right, and kept spinning at high speed.
Sure enough, in danger, I can control two bullets in an instant.
Moreover, the mental power is operating at the limit, and the perception has reached unprecedented clarity, including sparrows flying outside the train, squirrels running by, rabbits in the fields, stones under the railway tracks, and black thorns growing soaring at the front... ..
Wait, black thorns...there are rocks under the railway tracks, how could there be black thorns?
Under the double package of mental power and spiritual vision, he could clearly see black thorn vines as thick as his fingers climbing out of the gaps in the stone.
In just a moment, the roots wrapped around the railing at the bottom of the train, were quickly torn off and grew, then torn off and grown again, endlessly, like a wriggling black ocean.
Weinerson's head buzzed. He could no longer understand the situation at this moment. From the undead creatures at the beginning to the black thorns now, this magical thing has completely surpassed his own cognition. If he hadn't faced the strange events Enough, I am afraid that I have lost my mind and become a lunatic at this moment.
"It's another high-sequence powerhouse. There are two high-sequence powerhouses hidden on this train."
As soon as he finished speaking, black thorns sprouted from the spiritual creatures without any warning, and flower buds began to grow on each petiole, as big as grains of grain.
Roar--
An extremely suppressed roar was spat out from the mouth of the spirit world creature, and it fell to its knees as if in pain. The black thorns still swelled wildly, and with a crackling sound, the spirit world creature covered with flower buds directly disintegrated. It became broken bones, and the flower bud withered in an instant.
All the noise disappeared at this moment, and only the thumping of Weinerson's heartbeat remained in the entire carriage.
The surrounding light was more distorted than before, and the overall temperature dropped rapidly, as if entering a cold ice cellar, making people breathless.
What happened just now? Why were the creatures in the spiritual world suddenly destroyed by inexplicable black thorns?
Could it be that this extraordinary incident is not aimed at me? But I just happened to be caught in the middle?
Weinerson looked at the scene in front of him with lingering fear. The black thorns were obviously aimed at undead creatures, so from the perspective of equality, it was actually two high-sequence strong men hiding in the dark attacking each other.
This is the only explanation and the most accurate explanation.
Is it too exaggerated to have two high-sequence experts hidden on an extraordinary train at the same time? After all, this is also the exclusive extraordinary train of St. Honavitch Church.
As his thoughts swirled, Weinerson couldn't help but take a breath, feeling that his luck was a little "too good."
He moved his calves, and just as he was about to escape from the carriage, the pile of damaged skulls rolled down next to the seat, and he turned his head to look behind him inexplicably.
"Could it be looking... behind me?"
Weinerson turned his body stiffly and glanced at the car window with his peripheral vision. He was shocked to see that the person reflected in the glass was not himself, but a woman with her head lowered and wearing a retro and complicated dress.
He could see very clearly, as if he could feel the bursts of death coming from behind.
There was sticky blood dripping on the exquisite and complicated long dress, and the smooth and colorful pink tentacles kept squirming from under the dress. She slowly raised her head, and her delicate hair fell from both sides. It was shocking that she had no eyes, nose, The faceless man with a mouth.
"The third high-sequence expert?"
The picture reflected by the car window glass was distorted and deformed. Weinerson felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he almost couldn't maintain the mental strength to control the two bullets.
Under normal circumstances, it is a rare event to encounter two high-sequence experts fighting for no apparent reason, but to be caught in the middle like this and encounter a third one is definitely a shocking event in the extraordinary circle.
The faceless man seemed to hear the pounding heartbeat of Weinerson. He turned his head and took a step forward. He opened his hands and made a strange shape similar to a cross. The next second, he disappeared without a trace in a strange way. trace.
"Where are the people?"
Weinerson stared closely at the cold light on the glass surface. Under the flashing red light in the car, an even stranger thing happened.
He took a step forward, and soon found that his scalp was numb and his shadow stayed in place, and slowly stood up surrounded by people. With the sound of ticking, ticking, it gradually gained color, shape, and independence. consciousness.
The color of the blood on the surface of the glass reflected the color of Weenerson's eyes and his almost frozen sight.
She is an extremely beautiful lady, the same faceless man just now. Now, she has facial features, and she is so beautiful that there is no fault in her facial features!
At this moment, a chaotic quarrel suddenly came to his ears, as if countless men and women had gathered together, shouting at each other with hoarse voices.
"What are you doing here? This is not the place you should be, get out of here..."
"Bitch, you seduced my husband..."
"Mr. Viscount, I found the 12-year-old baby you wanted. I have sent her to your room..."
"It's wonderful. This is exactly what I expected. Your Highness, this time I want you to sink completely..."
"Ms. Osman, I heard that you are sick and I came to visit you. Why don't you see your daughter..."
...
The rustling and noisy sounds filled the entire carriage, and the voices of men and women communicating with each other were vaguely visible, as if spreading from the bottom of people's hearts. Weinerson wanted to follow suit uncontrollably.
Tick tock...tick tock...
The rolling sound of unfamiliar mechanical gears and bearings sounded like a pocket watch ticking the hands next to your ear. With the ticking sound, the car suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, these sounds gathered together and screamed in anger and fear. road:
"Are you crazy? Take that thing away!"
Tick tock...tick tock...
"Take it, take it quickly!"
Tick-tock...tick-tock... Just as the pointer completed one circle, Weinerson opened his eyes suddenly.
"What just happened was still a dream? A recurring dream?"
Huh... He took a deep breath, then quickly wiped his eyes to restore his original vision to normal.
Thick and smelly bright red liquid suddenly dripped from the eyes!
"This is......"
He subconsciously looked forward and gradually moved up. He found that the roof of the carriage was covered with squirming, protruding, and densely packed black fluffy flesh. All kinds of human faces were hanging in the air with mucus, and they were interacting with each other. Quarreling, talking to each other, pleasing each other.
The red blood that had been dripping before seeped out from the gaps in the eyes of these faces. With the rhythm of the words, the blood stains had flowed along the car window glass, onto the table, and down to the feet.
The scenery outside the window is still the same, with fields and forests jumping alternately on their own, and the steam train clanging and clanging, playing a beautiful and melodious melody.
Weinerson stood in the middle of the carriage. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but suddenly he flicked his arm and his fingertips touched something smooth and soft.
Immediately afterwards, his head buzzed suddenly, and his body felt like an electric current was passing through him. A huge twisted shadow spread from the bottom of his heart without any warning. The chill on his back soared to an unbearable level. His body seemed to be frozen, and even inhaling desperately could not relieve the feeling. A feeling of suffocation.
"Can't look back, she...He...is right behind me..."
With his back leaning on something soft, Weinerson knew very well at this moment that once he looked back and saw something, with his current status, he would probably lose control and disintegrate into a monster, becoming the face of those human faces on the top of the steam train. one of them.
"Snapped!"
There seemed to be something cold between his fingers. He didn't dare to look at it, and his stiff fingers slowly loosened.
Boom——
The steam train entered a dense forest, and the light that originally came from the outside world disappeared inexplicably after flashing for a few times.
Wrapped in darkness, with the chill still spreading behind his back, Weinerson couldn't even imagine what he was going through.
I don't know what ghost thing is sticking to the back, and the sticky blood is soaked in the body. The pink tentacles are like snakes, climbing up the shoulders, wrapping around the neck and chest, trying to swallow them up.
The suffocation feeling became heavier and heavier, and Weinerson could no longer breathe, but the pink tentacles were still tightening inwards, as if to crush him, and stuff every part of his body into the ball behind his back. In something soft.
Click, click, click!
Suddenly, a silver-white light flashed quickly!
Everything around him seemed to have pressed the prohibition button and quickly returned to calm. Those bloody, sticky pieces of flesh covered with dense black hair were as peaceful as a windless lake.
The faces that were originally quarreling lost their complex expressions such as indifference, viciousness, hatred, and pleasure, and became peaceful and tranquil.
At some point, Weinerson saw the crunching sound of high-heeled shoes directly in front of him, at the joint between the head of the carriage.
A woman carrying a dark brown leather suitcase slowly walked out of the darkness.
Her long hair, as thick as a black forest, cascades down to her waist, and she wears a pair of unilateral glasses on her small and delicate nose...
