From the moment he boarded this ghost train, Lang Yifeng used his knowledge of the train to successfully stay out of the incident and perfectly hide himself in the shadows. The most ingenious thing was that he easily used this radio station to control the war. Jingyi and the others were treated as puppets.
Therefore, Zhan Jingyi and others were asked to be the vanguard to break the jar and leave here. Even if there was a risk in breaking the jar, that was what Zhan Jingyi and the others had to face and bear first.
It's just that he failed, not because of his superfluous plan, but because from the beginning, he didn't recognize what kind of person Zhan Jingyi was in front of him.
"Ahem! Is this guy really dead? Who is he?"
Looking at Lang Yifeng's body on the ground, Shen Qingcui couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. This is the land of the netherworld, because every part of the ground here may be a ruin in a terrifying space.
At this moment, the situation they faced was even more complicated. It could be seen that everything here was particularly strange. Anyone and anything you met here might be a carefully planned trap. .
What's even more disturbing is that you don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you in the darkness.
In short, even if Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui were cautious, they still inadvertently fell into the trap they had planned early.
"If he had been honest with us from the beginning, maybe the final result would not be what it is now."
Zhan Jingyi looked at Lang Yifeng's body and shook his head. If he had known this, why bother? If he could have shared the information he had with them from the beginning, maybe everyone would not be in so many dangers and wouldn't be able to play by themselves. Kill yourself.
Shen Qingcui thought for a while and looked at the radio station in Zhan Jingyi's hand that was still repeating, and became even more confused: "But the group of people on the radio station..."
Zhan Jingyi knew what Shen Qingcui wanted to say, so he turned around and asked, "From the beginning to the end, we only learned about such a group of people through the radio, but who knows whether there is actually such a group of people?"
"This..." After hearing his words, Shen Qingcui was speechless. This was indeed the case.
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"Although I don't know how he did it, the question now is, how do we get out of here!"
Zhan Jingyi looked around. Although Lang Yifeng was dead, they had not left here yet. This was what he was most concerned about at the moment.
"Wait a minute, listen to...what's the sound."
Shen Qingcui's ears moved and she heard a strange sound. Zhan Jingyi listened carefully and sure enough, there was a "click, click, click..." sound, as if something was cracking.
"What?" Zhan Jingyi glanced at Shen Qingcui and asked curiously.
Shen Qingcui listened carefully, nodded and shook her head, and said uncertainly: "It's a bit like the sound of ice cracking. It might be something breaking, but there is something here..."
Before Shen Qingcui finished speaking, Zhan Jingyi suddenly looked at the dead Lang Yifeng, came to his side and searched, took out a conch from his body, and asked, "What is this?"
The surface of this conch was originally smooth and shiny, but now it was full of cracks. As Zhan Jingyi held it in his hand, the cracks became bigger and bigger, and finally it broke with a "bang".
As the conch shattered, Shen Qingcui suddenly pointed at the radio station on the ground and couldn't help but said: "Look at the radio..."
Zhan Jingyi turned around and saw that the originally brand-new radio station had turned into the dusty and damaged appearance he had first seen. At this time, the two of them realized that it seemed that Lavender used this conch to control the radio station. .
Then, he used conch to disguise himself as a virtual person on the radio station to guide Zhan Jingyi and the others in their action plan, and walked into the trap that had been set long ago.
So, this radio station has been a trap all along, and maybe the most magical thing about this train.
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"Huh!"
At this time, Zhan Jingyi found another photo from Lang Yifeng's pocket. It was a black and white photo, a group photo of a group of five people standing next to the train.
Looking at the blurry figures in the photo, Zhan Jingyi subconsciously looked at the shoes worn by the people in the photo and glanced at them. Suddenly, a pair of familiar hiking boots appeared in his sight.
Seeing these boots, Zhan Jingyi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Looking at the dead La Yifeng, they were sure that the corpse they saw in front of the altar was the man wearing hiking boots in the photo.
The other four people in the photo are all wearing large green-toed military boots. Black leather hiking boots like this are probably rare.
It is conceivable that this man's family is well off.
It's a pity that there must be many stories in it, but what exactly is the story? With the death of Lang Yifeng, Zhan Jingyi obviously cannot know the truth.
"its not right!"
At this moment, Shen Qingcui suddenly felt something was wrong and whispered: "Although this trouble has been solved, we are still trapped in this ghost place now."
Shen Qingcui struggled to stand up and stuck her head out of the window. She saw that the surroundings were still dim and dead. Although there were a few sections missing in the middle of the train, the strange thing was that the locomotive was still pulling other train cars and flying quickly.
There was a rainbow-like silk thread between the train carriage and the locomotive, pulling the carriage closer to the locomotive. At this moment, the carriage Zhan Jingyi and the others were connected to the locomotive with a click.
After connecting to the locomotive, the entire carriage seemed to be generated automatically. Several more carriages popped up behind the carriage where Zhan Jingyi and the others were, as if they were added out of thin air.
All this left Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui dumbfounded, as if they had watched an unreal drama.
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Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi seemed to have made up his mind and said to Shen Qingcui, "Can you climb back to the locomotive now?"
Shen Qingcui stood up staggeringly, moved her body, and said, "It should be okay..."
"Okay, now no matter what, you have to go back to the locomotive first."
Zhan Jingyi thought for a while and said decisively: "Since Lang Yifeng said that you can break this pot to return to reality, then you go first and I stay to break it."
"Because I always feel that it won't be that simple. If something comes out if this clay pot is broken, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you while you are here, so you go first..."
After hearing his words, Shen Qingcui didn't pretend to say that she wanted to stay together and live and die together. Instead, after giving him a steady look, she decisively turned around and left the carriage. She quickly climbed to the top of the carriage and climbed into the distance. .
After about ten minutes, Zhan Jingyi estimated that she had almost crawled back. He always felt like something was staring at him in the dark. He felt that the longer time passed, the stronger the sense of crisis in his heart became.
After waiting for about five minutes, Zhan Jingyi decided not to wait any longer. At this moment, he suddenly heard the heavy hum of the train.
Hearing this sound, Zhan Jingyi suddenly knew that Shen Qingcui had returned to the locomotive, and the sound of the car was probably conveying news to him.
Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi pulled out his pistol and weighed it in his hand. There was only one bullet left in it. He looked at the clay pot in the center of the altar and fired a "bang". In response, there were more bullets on the clay pot. A bullet hole.
Soon, with the bullet hole as the center, it appeared in a radial shape, with countless small cracks spreading to the surroundings.
"Kaka..."
When Zhan Jingyi saw this, he didn't wait any longer, nor did he plan to stay and see what was inside the pot after it broke. Instead, he touched the ground with his toes and flew away with his whole body.
After Zhan Jingyi quickly exited the car, he pulled the armrest and flew to the roof of the car with a "pop" sound.
Arriving on the roof of the carriage, Zhan Jingyi's figure became even more ghost-like, running towards the distance at a fast speed. He quickly passed several carriages and saw that he was not far from the locomotive.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind him. The sound was so loud that it seemed to produce sound waves. Zhan Jingyi felt a hurricane blowing from behind, almost blowing him off the roof of the car.
Zhan Jingyi hurriedly leaned over and inserted the dagger in his hand directly on the roof of the car to stabilize his body, but even then it swayed a few times.
He turned around and looked behind him, and saw that in the carriage where the clay pots were stored, there was a plume of black smoke rising straight into the sky. In the black smoke, there seemed to be a black phoenix flying in mid-air.
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