Every passenger in this carriage has obvious traces of Taoist magic being performed on them. Because the time when the Taoist magic was performed was not long ago, I can clearly feel the subtle traces of Taoist magic that remain on each passenger's body. Light spiritual power fluctuations.
There are indeed practitioners on this train.
However, before arriving at this carriage, Shu Guan did not notice that any of the passengers on this train had been subjected to Taoist magic until he pushed open the door of carriage No. 17.
So why are all the passengers in this carriage hypnotized?
Is there anyone or something special in this carriage?
Shu Guan's heart shivered slightly, and he felt a sense of caution.
When these thoughts flashed through his mind, his eyes slowly swept across the carriage, carefully looking at every passenger in the carriage.
There are a total of thirteen seats in Car No. 17, but two of them are empty.
Shu Guan didn't pay attention. This was a long-distance train from Jingcheng to Shencheng. It would pass through three continents of Dahua on the way. The distance was about two thousand miles. It was normal for someone to get off at the previous stop.
What he cares about is whether there is Rong Miao in this carriage.
He still didn't see Rong Miao.
When Shu Guan was about to go to the next carriage, he saw a somewhat familiar face.
It was a middle-aged man sleeping with his head on the back of the chair. The middle-aged man was sitting next to the two empty seats.
When he saw the middle-aged man, Shu Guan's heart beat violently, and then he quickly walked to the middle-aged man's side.
Shu Guan pressed his palm on the middle-aged man's forehead and channeled a ray of spiritual power into it.
The middle-aged man woke up with an "ah" sound.
"Uncle Li, where is Miaomiao?"
Shu Guan immediately asked in a deep voice.
This middle-aged man turned out to be Rong Miao's housekeeper and bodyguard Uncle Li in Jingcheng.
Uncle Li opened his eyes.
His expression was a little confused at first, and then after he saw clearly who was standing in front of him, his expression became extremely surprised and surprised.
"Mr. Shu, why are you here?"
"Uncle Li, where is your lady?"
Shu Guan asked again.
"Miss is not here..."
Uncle Li looked around him as he spoke. The next moment, he jumped up from his chair.
"Where's the lady? The lady has obviously been sitting here... she was reading a book just now!"
Uncle Li shouted with a look of horror:
"Damn it, how could I fall asleep...and where is Miss Xu? Miss Xu is nowhere to be found!"
"Uncle Li, don't be anxious, speak slowly."
"Mr. Shu, my lady was really sitting there reading a book just now, and Miss Xu was also there. How could I fall asleep? Where did they go..."
At this time, the "Miss Xu" whom Uncle Li had mentioned twice finally caught Shu Guan's attention.
"Miss Xu?"
he asked, slightly startled.
"Yes, it's Miss Xu who belongs to Marshal Xu, the governor of Chuxiang. She also came to Shencheng with her this time. Marshal Xu originally wanted to send a guard to come with Miss Xu, but Miss Xu refused. , she asked the lady to buy a ticket for her, and then got on the bus with us."
Uncle Li quickly explained.
Xu Chuxiang actually came to Shanghai with Rong Miao?
Shu Guan was also extremely surprised when he heard the news.
"Uncle Li, don't worry, I'm here!"
Shu Guan said this in a deep voice.
Then he looked up at the next car.
In these carriages, there were only the people he saw in front of him, and no one was in the bathroom.
This was something Shu Guan had already confirmed as soon as he came in.
So Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang must not be in this carriage.
When he came in just now, Shu Guan also noticed that he could not sense the situation in the next carriage. The door of that carriage was covered with fluctuations of spiritual power, cutting off his perception.
Shu Guan walked to the carriage door. On the heavy wooden door, there was a small round bronze plate with the number "18" engraved on it, and Xiao Yi's voice sounded in his mind at the same time.
"Brother, I feel it. The magic weapon is in the carriage behind the door."
Shu Guan nodded silently.
It seems that all the mysteries about train 192938 can be answered in Car No. 18.
Then he raised his foot, and with a sudden burst of strength, he kicked the wooden door in front of him to pieces.
…
In Car No. 18, the lights were dimmed, but everything in the car could still be seen clearly.
The layout of the carriage is no different from that of carriages No. 16 and 17.
The only difference was that the passengers lying on the chairs were all dead.
There were a total of about ten passengers, each with different circumstances of death.
Some died by having their throats cut open, some by having their heads smashed, some by having their hearts ripped out of their chests, and some by being torn into several pieces.
Although the circumstances of death were different, one thing was the same, that is, they were all killed by extremely cruel means.
However, there are still three people alive in this carriage at this moment.
Three living people were sitting at the dining table, and there was exquisite food on the dining table. This was a service that only first-class passengers could enjoy. There was a kitchen specifically for them on the train. Passengers in the first-class compartment could order what they wanted at any time. Although the food you eat may not be comparable to the food in a real high-end restaurant, being able to enjoy such service during a long journey may have a greater sense of experience for passengers than dining in a high-end restaurant.
Three people sat opposite each other at the dining table.
Sitting alone on one side was a young monk.
However, this monk's attire is somewhat different from the common attire of monks in Dahua.
He was wearing a red monk's robe, but only one arm was covered in the sleeves. The other arm and half of his shoulder were exposed outside the monk's robe. He wore a yellow waistcoat under the red monk's robe.
The young monk's skin color is black and red, as if he has been exposed to the scorching sun for many years. In addition, his facial features are also somewhat different from those of ordinary Chinese. This young monk's cheekbones are extremely high, his eye sockets are extremely deep, and his lips are very wide. , with a thick chin and a slightly alien look, but overall, he is a rather handsome young man with a very charming wild aura.
The young monk sat at the dining table with a corpse under his feet.
The corpse was also a monk, wearing the same red monk robe and yellow waistcoat, and he was dressed exactly the same. It was vaguely possible to tell that it was an old monk.
The reason why it can only be vaguely distinguished is because the death of this old monk was so tragic. It can be said that the death of the old monk was the most miserable in this carriage.
Not an inch of skin on the old monk's body seemed to be intact. His eyes were gouged out, his tongue seemed to be pulled out and thrown to the ground. All the teeth in his mouth were smashed, and his arms and thighs moved in a kind of way. Twisted at strange angles.
It could be seen that the old monk had undergone extremely cruel torture before his death, which was why the look on his face was so painful.
The young monk stepped on the corpse of the old monk. In this rather elegant gesture, he held a knife and fork and ate the steak in front of him seriously. From time to time, he would raise the tall wine glass at hand to take a sip. .
The transparent goblet was filled with bright red liquid.
On the wrist of the young monk, there is a strange bead strung with a red rope. The bead is oval in shape, like jade and stone, and has many natural spots on it like eyeballs.
On the side of his wrist, there was a thick book that looked like a scripture. The cover of the scripture was stained with a few drops of bright red liquid.
I just don’t know whether the bright red liquid was accidentally spilled from the wine glass, or whether it was splashed from the old monk’s body.
Opposite the Tibetan table, two young women were sitting, one was elegant and the other was as bright as a flower, they were Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang.
There was also a tall wine glass placed in front of both of them, and the wine glasses were also filled with bright red liquid.
Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang looked nervous and a little scared at the moment.
They are not timid girls, but as long as they are normal people, how can they not be afraid in such an environment.
Not long ago, at least what they thought was not long ago, this young monk came to their No. 17 car from Car No. 18.
At that time, Rong Miao was reading a book, and Xu Chuxiang was drawing a drawing. This time Xu Chuxiang came to Shanghai and accepted the invitation of an architect here to complete the design of a certain project together.
When the young monk walked in, everyone in Car No. 17, whether sleeping or awake, suddenly fell asleep, except for the two of them.
The young monk smiled strangely at them and waved. Then Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang stood up involuntarily and followed the young monk to Car No. 18.
Their minds are very clear, but their bodies are no longer under their control.
Then they saw the hellish scene in this box. At that time, Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang were really frightened.
Of course, they are still scared, especially after what the young monk opposite said to them.
The young red-robed monk finally finished the steak in front of him. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then raised his head and looked at the two beautiful women opposite him, each with their own style, and said a little embarrassedly:
"In our area, beef is usually dried and eaten, and to be honest, yak meat tastes hard and rough, not delicious at all. It's really rare to eat such tender and juicy beef."
Then he paused, showed an evil smile, and said again:
"Same goes for women."
"Most of our women there are as thick and rough as yak meat, and they are also very fat."
"So I am very satisfied with the hunting mission assigned to me by the temple. Along the way, I have met so many women who are different from ours."
The young monk's smile made Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang feel a chill in their hearts at the same time.
"You two, how do you think about it? Do you want to practice the joyful method with me here?"
The young monk's smile became more and more ambiguous and evil, and his eyes revealed full of desire, just like the way he looked at the steak just now.
"You may not know what the Dafa of Joy is, but if you are willing to give it a try, you will know that it is the most extreme pleasure between men and women. As long as you try it once, you will never want to leave me again."
The young monk picked up the goblet in front of him, raised his head and took a sip of the bright red liquid in the glass.
Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang suddenly felt sick.
The wine glass was indeed filled with red wine. They had just seen the young monk pour it with their own eyes. The problem was that after pouring the red wine, the young monk added some blood of the old monk into the glass.
"The blood of a traitor tastes sweet!"
The young monk put down his wine glass.
"It can be seen that the two female donors are both well-known people in the mortal world, but it is definitely an honor for you two that this master is willing to practice the joyful method with you."
"Because this master is the legendary god among you mortals!"
The young monk's face showed full of pride, and he said to Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang in a condescending tone:
"You mortal women naturally don't know that in this world, some people have power that is far beyond your imagination. We are existences above you, no matter what you have in the mortal world. Even with your identity, I can easily control your life and death!"
"Just like what you are feeling now, do you feel that you cannot control your body? That is only a small part of the power I have."
"Why don't you let me show you what kind of power I have."
The young monk stretched out his palm and slowly brushed it over the dishes on the table.
These dishes had been served for a long time. They had been served when he started to kill the people in the carriage, so they had already become cold.
But as the young monk's palms brushed over the dishes, the dishes immediately became steaming hot again.
Then the young monk flicked his fingers again. In the tall wine glasses in front of Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang, the bright red liquid seemed to be held by an invisible hand. It slowly rose from the wine glasses, and then floated on Rong Miao and Xu Chuxiang. In front of her, there turned into two strange and beautiful flowers.
The young monk continued to demonstrate the power of his magic in front of the two women, with a proud smile on his face.
Originally, regardless of whether the two women in front of him wanted it or not, he could control their bodies to achieve his own goals.
Unfortunately, in order to achieve the ultimate and most pleasurable experience of joy, the woman must be willing to do it, otherwise the experience will be greatly reduced.
The two women in front of him were the best women he had almost never encountered in his life. How could he be willing to waste his natural resources so violently?
In fact, during his journey from the Holy Mountain to the shores of the East China Sea in Dahua, most of the women he was interested in who he met on the way worshiped him no matter how noble their status was after seeing him demonstrate his power as a practitioner. The earth voluntarily practiced the method of joy with him.
I think these two women will also bow under his power.
"You can think about it slowly, we still have a lot of time."
The young monk glanced at the night outside the car window and showed a strange smile.
"But what I want to tell you is that this train will never arrive until you agree willingly."
But as he spoke, the young monk's smile slowly weakened.
Because he found that the expressions of the two women opposite him did not change from surprise, shock, and then to worship and admiration, as he expected, like those who saw a practitioner for the first time. Instead, they had a very strange expression, as if It's like watching a clown perform.
Then he heard the elegant woman suppressing her anger and fear and saying something extremely cold.
"Is it an immortal? What's so great, I also have one at home!"
The young monk was suddenly startled, and then the two bright red flowers in the air instantly disintegrated and fell back into the wine glass, making a slight "pop" sound.
At the same time, another louder noise sounded.
It was the sound of splintering wood.
The wooden door of the carriage turned into debris, and a young man walked in with his hands behind his back from the snowy sawdust.
The elegant woman could not move her body or turn her head at this time, but she could see the young man's figure out of the corner of her eye.
That figure that she knew so well and missed so much.
All the anxiety, restlessness, and fear on the elegant woman's face disappeared at this moment.
She smiled and said to the young monk:
"Look, my immortal is here."
