Zhang Fan didn't know why the system told him to go to Car No. 8, but Car No. 8 must be the hope of survival.
Perhaps, as long as we get to Car No. 8, the immediate crisis will be resolved naturally. Zhang Fan swallowed and started to work hard.
Whenever a fierce ghost approaches, he will subconsciously use coffin nails to repel it. These evil ghosts were very insidious and knew that the bronze coffin nails in Zhang Fan's hands could easily kill them, so they only used sudden sneak attacks to attack Zhang Fan instead of running over to fight in close quarters.
Obviously he wanted to hold back Zhang Fan and prevent him from leaving smoothly. Zhang Fan was panting a little while fighting the fierce ghost.
It wasn't that he didn't have enough physical strength, but that there were too many ghosts attacking him. Even though these ghosts haven't caused any substantial damage to him yet, if he uses wheel fighting to consume his physical strength, Zhang Fan probably won't be able to hold on for long.
The corridor, which was not that far at first, now seemed like an insurmountable ravine in Zhang Fan's eyes. No matter how hard he ran, he still couldn't reach the end.
This is not the effect of ghosts hitting the wall, but an illusion from the bottom of his heart. The closer Zhang Fan got to the carriage door, the more ghosts were blocking him. In the end, the coffin nail in Zhang Fan's hand was snatched away by a sudden ghost, but the ghost had just snatched the coffin nail away. , he raised his head and let out a shrill scream, and then a flash of green smoke appeared from the palm of his hand holding the coffin nails.
It seemed to have been corroded by the terrifying supernatural being carried on the bronze coffin nails. With a banging sound, the coffin nail in the evil ghost's hand fell to the ground and rolled to nowhere.
Without the help of the coffin nails, Zhang Fan felt the pressure increase greatly and completely lost the ability to resist. He was immediately thrown to the ground by four or five ghosts whose appearance was unclear.
The supernatural strength of these ghosts is not strong. Most of them are at the level of black ghosts, with only individual black spirit ghosts hidden inside.
The ghost that just took away the coffin nail from Zhang Fan's hand was a black spirit ghost. As for whether there is a ghost in white clothes in Car No. 9, Zhang Fan doesn't know.
"Get away!!" Zhang Fan struggled hard to get out, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail. Even if his physical strength was increased to 6 points, it had no effect at all.
"Eat you! Eat you!" The fierce ghosts who threw Zhang Fan to the ground, with thick and smelly liquid in their mouths, opened their big mouths full of fangs, and were about to face Zhang Fan. Fan's head bit off.
The flesh and blood of living people fascinates them the most, especially a white and pure living person like Zhang Fan, which excites them even more.
Zhang Fan was suddenly startled, and his forehead was wet with dense cold sweat. In this maze scene, he could not use the amulet or the ghost frame. In addition, the bronze coffin nails were taken away, and he really had nothing else to do. method, are you really going to die here this time?
So unwilling! It’s really frustrating, as there are obviously so many things that haven’t been done yet. Obviously, Zhang Suya has not been rescued, Feng Hui has not been rescued, Chu Chu has not been awakened... how could he die here like this!
Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, his face full of anger and unwillingness. Just when he was getting desperate, in the next second, he felt his body light up, and all the ghosts that were originally pressing on him disappeared.
"Run! I'll help you hold them off..." Before Zhang Fan could figure out what was going on, he heard a soft, weak voice from a woman.
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Fan instantly realized, wasn't this the voice of the female flight attendant?
"I can't stop them for too long..." The thin figure of the female flight attendant stood in front of Zhang Fan, protecting him behind her and helping him fight against the fierce ghosts that were approaching one after another.
"Take this thing of yours and leave quickly!!" The female flight attendant found the coffin nails from somewhere. She endured the supernatural corrosion caused by the coffin nails and threw the coffin nails to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan took it with his backhand, and there was a complex meaning in his eyes. At the same time, he felt incredible. He didn't understand why the other party, a fierce ghost, would choose to help a living person like him.
"Thank you!" Without any time to think about it, Zhang Fan hurriedly left a thank you to the female flight attendant and ran towards the carriage door without looking back.
Because of the help of the female flight attendant, almost all the evil ghosts who appeared along the way were attracted to her and stopped. For a time, Zhang Fan's pressure was greatly reduced.
After about a few minutes, Zhang Fan finally came to the door of Car No. 9 in a state of embarrassment. Then he pulled hard with both hands, and the entire door was opened. The lights from outside the car then shone in through the door, illuminating half of the car. Bright bright.
Zhang Fan stumbled and held the door and walked out, breathing heavily. After finally calming down for a while, Zhang Fan finally regained some strength. At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly turned around and wanted to go back and grab the female flight attendant, but found that it was too late, because at this time, the female flight attendants had been beaten countless times. The evil spirit fell to the ground and slowly dragged her into the darkness.
"Damn it!!" Zhang Fan was so angry that he returned to Car No. 9 to rescue the female flight attendant. Without the help of the female flight attendant this time, he would have died today.
This was a life-long favor. If he left like this today, his conscience would not be able to bear it. Zhang Fan held the coffin nail in his head tightly and stepped into Car No. 9.
But...at this moment, a series of arcing sounds were heard on the top of the originally dark compartment No. 9, and the lights began to flicker on and off, as if the light was about to return. Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan felt a strong sense of life and death in his heart. Sense of crisis.
If the lights come back on, the killing pattern of death if leaving the seat will be triggered. Even if he returns to Car No. 9, not to mention rescuing the female flight attendant, or even his own life may be lost.
In the end, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and decisively chose to turn around and leave, giving up the idea of continuing to rescue the other party.
It's not that he doesn't want to save her, it's just that he really can't. Being in a carriage covered in light is no less terrifying than being surrounded by a carriage of ghosts.
Zhang Fan took a quick step and left the No. 9 carriage in a hurry. Just as his body left the No. 9 carriage, the entire dark carriage suddenly burst into light. The light dispersed all the darkness. Even the opened carriage door closed automatically with a creak.
At this time, all the evil ghosts no longer dared to stay in the corridor. They fled back to their seats and returned to the calm and peaceful state as before.
However, on some seats, there were some bloody corpses of passengers sitting crookedly.
It seems that these dead passengers were the original living people in Car No. 9, but they were all killed by the terrifying ghosts at this moment.
Zhang Fan stood outside Carriage No. 9, gritted his teeth silently, and walked directly to the door leading to Carriage No. 8. Then he pushed hard, and the door opened, revealing the scene inside.
At the same time, the Silence finally came to a complete halt and had completely entered Station 8.
In Car No. 8, there was deathly silence, the lights were bright, many seats were empty, and there was no passenger. Zhang Fan walked into it with a wary look, quickly found a seat, and sat down.
He was afraid that there was a similar killing pattern here that meant you would die if you left your seat. So it’s better to quickly find a seat and sit down.
Zhang Fan stood up from his seat, looked around and in the distance, and found that there was not even a single passenger in the entire No. 8 carriage. It was dead silent and the air was extremely depressing, as if this was just an empty carriage.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was confused and didn't know why. Just when he was surprised, the door of the carriage at the end of Car No. 8 was suddenly opened, and an old man in a white uniform walked in. He looked like he was in his sixties, with messy gray hair. , making him full of vicissitudes of life.
The old man had a fierce look on his face, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light. He turned his head and looked around, and at a glance he saw Zhang Fan sitting on his seat.
After seeing Zhang Fan, the old man's mouth raised a strange arc, swaying, and quickly approached Zhang Fan.
After about a minute, he sat down next to Zhang Fan, with a smile on his face, and asked: "Passenger, welcome to Car No. 8! I am the conductor here!"
"Are you surprised why there are no other passengers here except you?" The old man who claimed to be the conductor of Car No. 8 looked at Zhang Fan mysteriously and smiled.
"Um...what's the matter?" Zhang Fan was startled by the sudden arrival of the old man, and his heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that the man in front of him, who claimed to be the conductor of carriage No. 8, very dangerous.
"It's very simple, that is, I have killed all the passengers here!!" The old man did not answer Zhang Fan's words, but said to himself with a strange smile.
"My rules are very simple. Next I will ask you three questions. If you can answer them successfully, I will spare your life. But if you cannot answer them, then... I will... ..Kill you!!" The old man stretched out a cold palm and pressed it on Zhang Fan's shoulder.
This palm was very strong, like an iron pliers, pressing Zhang Fan firmly on the seat. As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan found that the temperature of the entire No. 8 carriage had dropped a lot. Layers of silvery white frost spread from the ground. Even his breath at this time turned into ice cold. Breathing.
