Zhang Fan walked ahead silently, passing through a not-too-distant corridor before arriving at the door of Car No. 1.
After swallowing, Zhang Fan looked back at Zhou Kemeng and the two of them, then pushed hard with both hands to open the door.
The door opened, and a crisp piano sound came from Car No. 1. The space in Car No. 1 is not that vast, there are no seats, and there are no passengers.
At the end of it, by the window, is a luxurious, brand-new grand piano. At this time, sitting under the piano, was a handsome young man wearing a black tuxedo.
The young man closed his eyes and played a moving piano melody, accompanied by the rippling breeze, revealing an indescribable sense of elegance.
"Is this person the conductor of the Silence?" Zhang Fan murmured in a low voice, feeling a little surprised when he looked at the other person's appearance.
He originally thought that the train conductor was an old man, but when he saw it now, he turned out to be just a young man. This was somewhat beyond Zhang Fan's expectation.
"Hello!" Zhang Fan stepped forward and greeted the young man playing the piano. As Zhang Fan spit out
The sound of these two words "Hello" instantly disrupted the young man's piano rhythm, and his movements on the piano also froze.
"What's the matter?" The young man turned his head and looked at Zhang Fan expressionlessly.
"Can we borrow a way to get off from your car No. 1 and go to Station No. 1?" Zhang Fan tried his best to lower his tone and make himself appear more respectful.
The train conductor in front of him was several times scarier than the fat chef. His best efforts were simply not enough in his eyes. It would definitely not be a good idea to break up with him now.
So Zhang Fan planned to reason with the other party first. If the truth can be explained, it is not necessarily possible for him to let himself and others go.
"Oh." The young man's expression was still joyless and he just said "oh" lightly. This word "oh" is very plain, as if coming from the nostrils.
"Brother, you mean, we can leave now, right?" Zhang Fan's face lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked.
"It's okay...but..." The young man said yes, but when he got to the end, his words suddenly stopped.
"Just what?" An ominous sign appeared in Zhang Fan's heart.
"It's just that you interrupted my piano playing, so...you all...have to die here today!!" The young man changed the subject, and the next moment, his face suddenly turned ferocious. Brutal, with unconcealable murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, he raised his hand and slapped Zhang Fan in the air.
With a slap, a terrifying supernatural aura suddenly emerged.
"Be careful!" At this critical moment, Zhou Kemeng stepped forward and pushed Zhang Fan out, just in time for him to escape the supernatural attack of the slap, but he received a solid slap.
After receiving this slap, Zhou Kemeng's body was instantly torn apart like broken glass, turning into a pile of corpses scattered on the ground.
"Kemeng!" Song Qingqing watched Zhou Kemeng being torn apart, her eyes filled with cold murderous intent, and she was about to rush forward and attack the young man.
"Ding!" The young man didn't even look at Song Qingqing, but said the word "ding" unhurriedly.
The word "fix" was spat out, as if it carried an unknown rule. In just a moment, Song Qingqing's body was wrapped in it. Then she was as if a fixation spell had been exerted on her. She could no longer move, and her body froze on the spot. In situ.
"Death!" After Song Qingqing was stilled, the young man uttered the word "death" again. The word "death" was spoken, and the lights in Car No. 1 began to dim rapidly, and there was a harsh sound of electric current swiping.
Before Song Qingqing could react, she felt a strong death crisis filling her heart. The next moment, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart, and then she spit out a mouthful of blue blood, and she fell to the ground. , the breath was sluggish to the extreme.
"Sister Qingqing! Sister Kemeng!" Seeing that Song Qingqing and Zhou Kemeng were severely injured, Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically and he shouted anxiously.
"It's your turn...little beast!!" The young man stood up from his seat, with a murderous intent in his eyes, and scolded Zhang Fan coldly.
"What the hell, uncle, who are you scolding? You old goblin!" Now that he had broken up with the other party, Zhang Fan didn't bother to be nice to him, and his words gradually became harsh and vicious.
"You little beast, you are very good. You are the first person who dares to scold me!! You will die today!!" The young man was stunned for a moment by Zhang Fan's old goblin scolding, but he quickly came to his senses. , with bulging veins on his forehead, obviously very angry.
This was the first time he had been humiliated like this.
"Old goblin, old bastard! Why are you scolding me?" Zhang Fan was still shouting crazily, but in fact, he was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he desperately began to think about the other party's solution.
Obviously, the other party is an indiscriminate bastard who kills people whenever they disagree. It is impossible to reason with such a person, so the only way to defeat the other party is by force.
At present, both Zhou Kemeng and Song Qingqing were seriously injured by him, and now they can only rely on themselves.
"Death!!" Just as Zhang Fan's thoughts were changing and he was desperately thinking of a solution, the young man standing under the piano uttered the word "death" again.
The lingering sound of the word "death" resounded in Car No. 1 and lingered for a long time. The next second, Zhang Fan opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. His body flew out uncontrollably and hit the wall of the carriage hard, unable to get up.
"How on earth... was this done?!!" Zhang Fan's pupils were hurried, looking very unbelievable.
He didn't understand how the other party launched the attack. He had no strength left to resist and was severely wounded in an instant.
If you don't even know what the opponent's attack method is, there is no way to talk about confrontation.
"You little beast who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, I will make sure that you can't live without dying!" The young man showed cruel viciousness towards Zhang Fan.
The young man left the piano seat and moved closer to Zhang Fan. As for Zhou Kemeng and Song Qingqing who had turned into corpses, he completely ignored them.
It seemed that Zhang Fan's insult to him just now had completely aroused his anger. If Zhang Fan is not killed today, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
"I will cut off your power medium with one strike of my sword!!" However, just when the young man had walked less than three steps away, a cold voice suddenly sounded from outside Car No. 1.
Zhang Fan looked up weakly and found that it was the fat chef who hurried over from Car No. 2.
As the fat chef's voice rang out, a shocking, bloody, centipede-like wound suddenly appeared on the young man's forehead.
"Huh?"
"You loser, I let you go last time, but I didn't expect that you still dare to come here to seek death?" The young man reached out and touched the wound on his forehead, looking at the fat chef from a distance with cold eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense, why do you let me go? I don't think you have much ability!! Don't think that I don't know what you think!" The fat chef's eyes widened with anger, and he was not polite at all when he spoke.
"Brother, get up quickly and run out first!!" The fat chef winked at Zhang Fan who was lying on the ground and shouted in a low voice.
"None of you can run away today!!" Even though the fat chef's voice was kept as low as possible, the young man could still hear it, and for a moment he became a little angry.
"You all must die!!"
"Any injuries I receive will be healed immediately!"
"Your body will also decay!" The young man reached out and lightly touched his forehead. In an instant, the wound on his forehead healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other hand, the body of the fat chef also began to show comprehensive decay. Starting from his head and spreading to his legs bit by bit, they were all turning black and rotten, spreading a pungent rotten smell.
"Run!!" The fat chef shouted at Zhang Fan. Without saying a word, he suddenly raised the kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at the young man in the air again.
"With one strike of my knife, your body will be cut off!!" With one strike of the knife, a deep blood line expanded rapidly, as if it had crossed the space and distance, and struck directly on the young man's body. The wound started from between his eyebrows. It spread to the crotch and was cut in two.
"It's useless, you can't kill me!" Before the young man's body was completely separated, it healed again and became one again.
This scene made Zhang Fan dumbfounded. Such a terrifying knife cannot kill him. What the hell is this old goblin?
"Don't be stunned, he is a word spirit! Our attacks can't harm him!! Now while I can still move, I will help you delay time!! Get out of the car quickly!" The rotten body of the big fat chef The trend is getting faster and faster, the area is getting larger and larger, and even some body parts have rotted away with flesh and bones.
Looking at this situation, it looks extremely terrifying and makes people feel numb.
"Yan Ling?!" Hearing this, Zhang Fan was shocked and felt extremely unfamiliar with this term. He seemed to have never heard of such a ghost before.
Is it a new breed?
"Run!!" Song Qingqing also noticed how scary the young man was. She staggered, got up from the ground, and urged Zhang Fan loudly.
The train conductors of the Silence are so terrifying that they cannot fight against them based on their strength alone. Since they couldn't defeat him, they had to retreat and sacrifice themselves to give Zhang Fan hope of escape.
"Damn it!!!" Zhang Fan saw that the situation had become like this again. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and was extremely angry.
Why is this happening again? Why is everyone like this? They all want to sacrifice themselves to protect themselves.
Once upon a time, Zhang Suya was like that, and so was Feng Hui! Now even Zhou Kemeng, Song Qingqing, and the fat chef are doing this.
"No! I can't leave! I want to fight with you!!" Zhang Fan didn't want the tragedy that happened to Zhang Suya and Feng Hui to happen again, so he couldn't escape alone this time no matter what.
"Brother, how can we fight against this speaking spirit?!" Since the fat chef can accurately tell the identity of the young man, he must have a way to deal with it.
"The word spirit is terrifying. Everything he says will come true. He uses words to kill people! It's almost difficult to fight against him, but if you can find the power of idealism... Maybe we can fight it!!" The fat chef's injuries were getting more and more serious at this time, and he could no longer stand normally. He fell to his knees with a plop, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked extremely painful.
