Now there is no need to worry about the reason why the train is missing by one-third. This problem is no longer relevant to Zhan Jingyi and the others.
Zhan Jingyi gritted his teeth and rushed forward crazily, while Shen Qingcui also heard what was said on the radio just now, so she also understood what was going to happen, so even though she was shaking and almost breathless, she still remained silent.
As far as she could see now, at such a critical moment, Zhan Jingyi did not give up on her, but took her to escape with him, which moved her a little.
But soon, Shen Qingcui took a look and suddenly felt something was wrong. The direction Zhan Jingyi ran was not towards the front of the train, but towards the rear of the train.
Shen Qingcui immediately shouted to Zhan Jingyi, "That's not right. Did you run in the wrong direction?"
"No, I'm going to the back of the car, it's preventing us from finding the altar!"
Although I don’t know what kind of method the shadow used to make the train quietly disappear for a large part, there is no doubt that this is a trap in itself.
While running wildly, Zhan Jingyi felt that his chest was about to explode. After all, after he was injured, although he got better, there were still many internal injuries in his body and they had not been repaired well.
And these subtle and almost invisible internal injuries will also affect his performance to a certain extent.
At this time, his body was like a 1.5T engine, driving on the plateau, accompanied by the roar of the engine. Although the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, in fact, he could not even shift into third gear.
But at this moment, with his life in danger, Zhan Jingyi could only run as hard as he could, because at least he could still run. Compared to those who couldn't even run, he already felt lucky enough.
…
"Bang!"
Just when Zhan Jingyi pushed open the door of this carriage, suddenly the carriage under his feet began to bump unnaturally.
You know, there is no track underneath this train, so how could there be bumps?
Shen Qingcui, who was being hugged horizontally, put one hand around Zhan Jingyi's neck. After feeling the strange bumps, she couldn't help but raise her head and look at the back of the car.
"Oh my God! Look at the back!"
"There's no time to watch! It's important to escape!"
Zhan Jingyi ignored Shen Qingcui's surprised words. Although he also wanted to know what was going on behind him, at the moment, he really didn't have time to look back.
"Buzz..."
Under the harsh buzzing sound, Zhan Jingyi gradually felt that the more he ran, the harder it became, and the car was tilting backwards very quickly.
"Huhu..."
Looking at the carriage door so close in front of him, Zhan Jingyi's pupils gradually became bloodshot. At this moment, the result of running at such a high speed began to become too much for his weak body.
Under severe hypoxia, Zhan Jingyi's face turned red, but facing such a critical life-and-death situation aroused his strong desire to survive.
A stream of spiritual power spurted out from his already somewhat dry sea of spiritual power. Driven by this spiritual power, his already sluggish body began to speed up.
"boom!"
Kicking open the door of the carriage in front of him, strong wind rushed in from outside the carriage, and another black carriage appeared in front of him.
"careful!"
Zhan Jingyi held Shen Qingcui in his arms, jumped up hard, and the two of them stood on the black carriage at the back.
After stopping for a moment, Zhan Jingyi looked back and saw that the carriage behind him began to twist and fall. The locks that were originally connected to the train had been manually unloaded at some point.
"Bang!"
At this time, the entire train trembled violently, and three carriages in the middle suddenly fell into the black abyss, and soon disappeared.
"Oh my God, thank you, King of War, for your quick actions and finding out in time, otherwise we would be dead!!"
Looking at the several carriages that fell into the deep abyss below and finally disappeared in front of them, Shen Qingcui couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Their carriage was far away from the remaining carriages pulled by the locomotive in front, but miraculously, their carriage was suspended in mid-air. Although they could not leave, it seemed that there was no danger for the time being.
But in the long run, this is a dead end, a doomed situation.
Fortunately, they thought they had secured the general, but who knew that someone else had a better chess, no matter whether you have black or white stones, all of them would be blown away by you in one moment.
At this time, I really want to thank the call on the radio for making Zhan Jingyi realize that something was wrong in time.
Otherwise, I am afraid that by now, they will have followed those carriages and fallen into the abyss forever, and will never recover.
…
"Let's go in and look at the altar!"
At this point, Zhan Jingyi also wanted to see clearly what that black shadow was.
Shen Qingcui first treated the wound with clothes again. Feeling her weak body, her only thought was to leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she came back a few times, she might really die here.
"Buzz..."
Zhan Jingyi saw that Shen Qingcui was fine, made a gesture to ask her to be careful, and then reached out to open the compartment door where the altar was stored.
As soon as they opened the door, Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui smelled a strong smell of blood before anyone entered.
When the two of them looked into the carriage, they discovered that there was a bloody corpse in the carriage!
Who is this? It can't be Liu Zhen or Lang Yifeng, right? ?
Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui were lying in front of the carriage door. Their vigilant eyes carefully looked at the interior of the carriage in front of them. The bloody corpse was lying on the floor. It was no longer possible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
"It should be a man!"
After watching for a while, Zhan Jingyi suddenly spoke.
Shen Qingcui was stunned and looked carefully at the corpse in front of her. This corpse didn't even have clothes, as if it had been roasted by fire. Although there was a high probability that it was a man with a skeleton, she did not dare to be as sure as Zhan Jingyi.
Seeing Shen Qingcui's confused eyes, Zhan Jingyi pointed at the corpse's feet: "Look, his boots!"
It was seen that although the clothes on the corpse had been burned to ashes, the boots on the feet were preserved. The black leather boots were covered with dark red blood and dust.
But it can still be seen that these are a pair of hiking boots worn by men.
…
"Look! Is that an altar?"
Suddenly, Shen Qingcui pointed her finger, and Zhan Jingyi looked over and saw an altar in the center of the carriage.
This altar is carved from a gray stone. It is round in shape and divided into two floors. It covers an area of about two to three meters and does not look particularly large. The surface of the stone is covered with moss and is engraved with a series of mysterious figures. runes.
A clay pot was placed on the second level of the altar. The black clay pot was closed by two white seals.
Even though the two of them were still quite far apart, they could still feel that there was a special aura lingering on the pottery pot.
"I think it's probably this thing that caused the ghost. Maybe the shadow we saw before was this thing."
Seeing the pottery pot, Shen Qingcui speculated in a low voice. Zhan Jingyi looked a little solemn and shook his head, indicating that he was not sure either.
"Who cares, why don't we just throw this clay pot away!"
When Shen Qingcui saw that Zhan Jingyi didn't speak, she was about to stand up, but as soon as she moved her body, cold sweat rolled down her forehead.
It was fine that he didn't move, but when he moved, he felt heartbreaking pain in his abdomen and back, and his face turned pale for a moment.
After all, she had gone through such crazy tossing before and was seriously injured. She was still able to persevere even though she was under high mental stress. Now she breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she felt a huge pain in her back and abdomen, which immediately came like a tide. Shen Qingcui was so painful that she almost couldn't hold on to the armrest of the carriage and almost fell from the carriage.
"You take a rest first, I'll do it!!"
Seeing Shen Qingcui's face turned pale and her eyebrows deeply furrowed, knowing that she was in very poor health at the moment, Zhan Jingyi quickly pulled her into the carriage and sat down. At the same time, he was not in a hurry to go to the altar to touch the clay pot.
After all, what is the purpose of this altar and what is in this clay pot?
At this moment, Zhan Jingyi stood in front of the corpse, carefully looking at the corpse in front of him. He was now definitely not the body of Liu Zhen or Lang Yifeng, so who was this corpse?
But for now, this issue is actually unimportant.
Looking at the clay pot on the altar in front of him, Zhan Jingyi couldn't help but hesitate. For some reason, he always felt that everything here was a little too weird and unreal.
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