"Zhang Fan!! Qingqing!!" Seeing that Song Qingqing used the supernatural power of death to protect Zhang Fan, Zhou Kemeng's face no longer had the playful smile of the past, and two lines of blood and tears slowly fell from his eyes. It looks ferocious and terrifying, looking like a ghost.
"The power of idealism?!" Zhou Kemeng wiped away blood and tears, lowered his head with a dull expression, and looked at his chest.
"I will definitely not let you die!!" On one side is her best friend, and on the other side is the person she likes. Zhou Kemeng didn't care much about Zhang Fan, but she just liked to tease Zhang Fan.
Every time at this time, I always feel happy and happy in my heart. And as long as he pretends to be angry, Zhang Fan will be frightened to the point of sweating profusely, and then he will act hard on the spot with a flattering look on his face to make himself happy.
Zhang Fan had a rich inner world. While he was acting to please himself, he was helplessly complaining, which made her feel very funny.
The more Zhang Fan behaves like this, the more he likes to use voyeurism to peek into his inner secrets. Although she could only see some superficial secrets, she was content with that.
In Zhou Kemeng's heart, she actually liked Zhang Fan no less than Song Qingqing.
"If I can save you, I am willing to give everything!!" Zhou Kemeng's eyes gradually turned cold and terrifying. She stretched out her right hand, which looked like a knife, and stabbed it directly into her chest. In an instant, blood spurted out and splashed everywhere. Come.
When Zhou Kemeng took out her right hand from her chest again, a beating heart appeared bloody in her palm.
She actually took out her heart. Zhou Kemeng's face was as white as paper, and his figure was illusory and thin, as if he would disappear at any time.
She looked at the heart in her palm and showed a sad smile. In fact, no one knows that the person who has always possessed spiritual power is her!
! But this idealistic power is not much, just a little bit. And it is through this trace of spiritual power that she has the supernatural ability to peer into the hearts of others.
This is her secret. If she is willing to keep nurturing it, one day, this trace of spiritual power will become stronger and stronger. By then, she will become a genuine and complete spiritual ghost.
Not to mention a mere train conductor, even if all the ghosts in the Silence join forces, they are not qualified.
But today, both Zhang Fan and Song Qingqing were in a state of death. Zhou Kemeng could no longer hide his weakness and had to be released early.
Although this idealistic power is extremely precious, if it can kill the train conductor, then it is worth it.
"I died today...it was you!!" Zhou Kemeng gasped and stood up. White blood was still flowing out of her chest. She looked at the young man in the distance and suddenly laughed.
"Huh?" The young man frowned, feeling a little uneasy. Zhou Kemeng smiled and suddenly vomited blood from his mouth. Under the gaze of the young man, he crushed the heart in his hand into pulp.
Almost at the moment when his heart was crushed, a mysterious and mysterious wave appeared, centered on Zhou Kemeng, and spread rapidly in Car No. 1.
At this time, the young man suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain radiating from his internal organs. Before he could react too much, he found that all his supernatural power had disappeared.
"My power...how..." Seeing that his power disappeared, the young man's expression suddenly changed.
"Zhang...Zhang Fan, his word spirit...power...can no longer be used...Hurry up...get him..." ...Solve it..." Zhou Kemeng was covered in blood, and her long black hair had turned gray. It seemed that after crushing her heart, she had finally reached the end of her life. The point where the lights are dry.
Zhang Fan turned around and felt sour in his heart when he saw Zhou Kemeng's miserable appearance. Just as he was about to say something comforting, he discovered that the young man was running away towards the door of Car No. 1.
When Zhang Fan saw this, he did not dare to hesitate. If the other party escaped today and waited for him to regain his strength, everyone like him would die today.
"Damn it, uncle, you old bastard, let's see how I deal with you today!!" Since the train conductor lost the power of speech spirit, in his eyes he was just a toothless paper tiger.
Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his clothes, picked up the coffin nails, and rushed forward with a single stride. He was very fast, and he was close to the young man in an instant, and he kicked him to the ground with his feet.
"You bastard, aren't you still so arrogant? Come on! His uncle will make you so proud!!" Zhang Fan raised the coffin nail, swung it round, and violently swung it into the young man's face, knocking him His head was beaten and his head was bleeding.
Time after time, bloody and violent.
"Ah!" The young man screamed repeatedly after being beaten, and he knelt down and begged for mercy: "I beg you to let me go!! I don't dare to do it anymore!!"
"Let your grandma go!" Zhang Fan shouted angrily, pointed the sharp end of the coffin nail at the young man's chest and inserted it hard.
Just for a moment, the young man raised his head and let out a shrill scream. The next second, his whole person turned into a ball of snow-white smoke and was completely wiped out.
However, some of the smoke was inevitably inhaled by the bronze coffin nails, adding a few seconds of sinister aura to it.
At this point, this arrogant train conductor died in the hands of Zhang Fan. After dealing with him, Zhang Fan broke out in cold sweat and relaxed completely. Then he looked back at Zhou Kemeng with a smile on his face.
But. . . . . . Where Zhou Kemeng originally stood, Zhou Kemeng's figure was missing. There was only a half-eaten lollipop, lying there quietly and motionless.
Before he could figure out where Zhou Kemeng had gone, Zhang Fan heard another painful groan from Song Qingqing.
Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan looked over and saw Song Qingqing slumped on the ground with a weak look on her face, her eyes a little dazed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Seeing that Song Qingqing was safe and sound, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and the worries in his heart finally settled in his stomach.
At the same time, the fat chef limped over, and his injuries were healing quickly.
It seems that with the death of the train conductor, the supernatural power exerted by him is gradually dissipating.
"You actually killed the train conductor?!" The fat chef was in disbelief that Zhang Fan could kill the train conductor.
The train conductor has such a terrifying voice, let alone taking action himself, even if everyone on the Silence is put together, they are no match.
Unexpectedly, today, he would be killed by Zhang Fan, a helpless living person. It's just incredible, so unimaginable.
