"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to be reduced to ashes, get out of here!"
Facing the ghost that revealed its true appearance, Wang Zhifan had no interest in talking to it. A wild-looking Dragon Blade instantly appeared in his hand, guarding the car door with a murderous look all over his body.
"His... tongue... tongue... how..."
The student boy who was standing not far from the ghost finally came to his senses at this time. His face instantly changed to Pallor, and his voice was trembling because he was frightened. He raised his hand and pointed at the scary-looking man in a shemale suit next to him. He wanted to run away but seemed to be unable to move his weak legs.
"Glue~grr~"
Then I heard the black-faced man in a suit suddenly let out a hair-numbing feminine laugh, and then the slender tongue that kept flying in his mouth suddenly flew towards Wang Zhifan who was guarding the car door in front!
Wang Zhifan was naturally unable to react to such a face-to-face attack. He raised the Thunder Dragon Rageblade in his hand and struck out with one move, and the bright sword light burst into the shape of a moon wheel and struck out. When the sword light collided with the long tongue, one was shattered and the other was knocked back in an instant. It seemed that they were evenly matched.
"Kekeke~"
Then I heard the long-tongued ghost let out an intoxicating laugh. After being repelled by Wang Zhifan, its slender tongue quickly flicked towards the student boy and cut off a young head like a hot wire cutting butter.
"A ghost is coming!"
"Everyone, close the car doors quickly!"
The nearby carriages also noticed the special situation here at this time. Those who were still soliciting passengers immediately got into their carriages as if running away, and then quickly closed the doors, even ignoring the passengers outside who had not yet boarded the carriage. They seemed extremely afraid of the ghost that appeared in front of Wang Zhifan.
"Holy shit! This NPC is so fierce! He can even kill a fierce ghost with one strike!"
In Carriage 666, several players who had just sat down for a few seconds naturally saw the scene just now, and the young man with dark circles immediately exclaimed.
"Haha... didn't you notice that the weapon in his hand suddenly appeared? I think he should be a player like us."
The greasy-faced man in his thirties chuckled slightly and pointed out the error in the young man's words with dark circles under his eyes.
"He's also a player? It sounds like it's true when you say that... But why did he appear on the train?"
The female player with a cold face then asked curiously. Her eyes swept over Wang Zhifan standing at the car door, and found that the clothes and belt on this person looked like a player's equipment upon closer inspection, and they were relatively high-end.
"If you want to know, you can ask him directly."
The greasy-faced middle-aged man replied with a smile.
"Tch... if you ask someone else, how cowardly are you, a grown man?"
After hearing this, the cold-hearted woman glanced at the oily-faced middle-aged man who liked to tease others with a slight disdain. Then she stood up, passed by a slender and quiet short-haired girl in sportswear, and walked towards the car door.
At this time, the platform outside had become a mess, because the long-tongued ghost that had been repelled by Wang Zhifan began to attack the passengers on the platform crazily. Most passengers had no chance of escaping in the face of its long tongue, which was like a red line of death. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had their bodies cut off. But fortunately, this ghost preferred to play around and did not try to kill everyone, giving some passengers hope of escaping to the open carriages in the distance.
"There are no more passengers who can get on the bus."
Wang Zhifan witnessed the killing outside, and did not try to go out to fight the ghost. Instead, he took a half step back and stretched out his hand to pull the door handle, decisively closing the train door that no longer needed to be kept open.
When he closed the door and turned around, he happened to see a woman with a temperament that was a bit untouchable coming towards her, looking at him carefully.
"What's the matter with you?"
Although he probably heard the woman's intention due to his strong senses, Wang Zhifan still asked.
"Are you a player?"
The woman then asked directly. She could now see that the tall young man in front of her was wearing a total of four rings on his hands. This feature made him more and more convinced that this person's identity was the same as the greasy-faced middle-aged man had guessed.
"Yeah... isn't this obvious?"
Wang Zhifan was not surprised at all when he heard this. He raised Thunder Dragon Rageblade, which had not yet been stored in his carry-on space, and used this item, which at first glance did not match the background of the copy, to prove his identity.
"Since you are a player, why do you appear directly in this train unlike us?"
The cold woman then asked, or maybe this was what she really cared about.
"Sorry, this is just my personal secret."
Wang Zhifan would not tell others his VIP status when meeting people. He directly passed the woman in front of him and walked into the carriage.
"Hmph."
The cold-faced woman suddenly became a little emotional when she saw this, but she did not dare to do anything to this mysterious player rashly, and returned to her seat angrily.
As soon as Wang Zhifan took his seat, the other two male players also seemed very interested in him. They stood up from their seats and came to get close to him.
"Brother, that sword you just slashed at the ghost was so cool! Is it some advanced skill?"
This is the young man with dark circles under his eyes. This guy who looks a little weak seems to be a little frivolous, and he seems a little younger when asked.
Wang Zhifan glanced at this guy speechlessly, as if he didn't want to answer him.
"Lin Ping, Level 32, mage profession. I hope I can unite and cooperate with everyone in this dungeon and pass the level smoothly."
The greasy-faced middle-aged man in his thirties appeared to be much more proficient. He came to the seat in front of Wang Zhifan and sat down, introducing himself with enthusiasm.
"I am a Warrior profession, and my level is about the same as yours. I also hope that we can work together to successfully clear this dungeon."
Wang Zhifan was slightly surprised at the grade reported by this man, but it didn't show on his face.
"Yes, brother, it is very difficult to pass a dungeon of this level without uniting and relying on oneself... I think each of us must be clear about this. We must not have any thoughts of internal strife just because the dungeon has lifted Punishment Instance. In that case, I dare say it will only lead to the destruction of the group."
The middle-aged man with bad skin continued to speak seriously, his eyes not only swept over Wang Zhifan in front of him, but also passed over the other men and two women.
"Haha... What's the use of talking nicely? If something really happens, who can only take care of themselves? It would be great if they don't stab you in the back!"
The woman with a cold temperament didn't seem to buy into this high-sounding statement, and she immediately responded with nothing.
"You two, please be nice! Let's quickly discuss how to clear this dungeon and let each of you share your thoughts."
The young man with dark circles immediately explained the situation and turned the topic to the part that everyone should pay most attention to.
"My suggestion is to wait patiently, because the goal of this copy is to complete a task released by the train, so we have to wait for the task to be released before we discuss it."
The oily-faced middle-aged man didn't want to argue with the woman, so he immediately replied.
"I don't think so. This kind of dungeon will definitely arrange NPCs. If you wait, you will be inferior. You must take the initiative to look for clues."
After hearing this, the cold woman immediately started to argue again.
"What about you, big brother? You've been on the train all this time, so you must know more than us."
The young man with dark circles looked at Wang Zhifan after hearing what they said.
"I do know a little bit about the mission."
Wang Zhifan thought for a while and decided to tell these teammates about the information he obtained, otherwise it would not be beneficial to the strategy for this dungeon.
"Before you didn't come up, I was informed that the mission of this carriage was to arrive at Platform 17 and deal with a Evil Spirit Building there."
He told everything he knew about the mission, without any reservations.
"Really? You dare to say it, but we don't dare to believe it casually."
The cold-hearted woman frowned after hearing this, saying that she did not dare to believe it directly, because in their opinion, the existence of this self-proclaimed player was quite suspicious.
"Believe it or not, I shared the information anyway."
Wang Zhifan doesn't care about this. He knows that assigning him this identity in the dungeon will definitely cause some trust issues. Maybe it will be better if he keeps pretending to be an NPC.
"Dealing with Evil Spirit Building? This kind of task sounds okay... I have experience in dealing with ghosts."
Seeing Wang Zhifan reveal the information, the oily-faced middle-aged man immediately nodded and muttered a few words.
"Sister over there, please say a few words! Everyone also needs your strength!"
The dark-eyed young man then noticed the slender female player who was the only one among the five players present who had not spoken. She seemed to be quite introverted.
"I have nothing to say... I will take action when it's time to take action."
The female player finally made a sound after hearing his roll call, but her tone was a little cold.
After several people chatted here, the train started to move forward slowly. As for the scene on the platform, it could be said that there were corpses killed by the long-tongued ghost everywhere, but these players obviously didn't care about this kind of thing.
They then chatted a lot, mainly asking how Wang Zhifan obtained the mission information. Wang Zhifan revealed a little bit, telling them that they knew it from the display screen, but could no longer activate it.
"At present, it can be inferred that the process of this dungeon should not be too long, but it is definitely not easy. Even the initial location of the dungeon, such as the platform, is dangerous. Maybe the inside of this train is not that safe... We have to stay vigilant at all times."
After the exchange, the greasy-faced middle-aged man expressed his thoughts thoughtfully.
"I agree with what you said... I feel something is wrong in this carriage. It's a bit chilly, but it's not the coolness of an air conditioner."
For the first time, the cold-blooded female player did not criticize anyone. After she finished speaking, she turned around and looked around the interior of the carriage, looking a little suspicious.
At this time, the train was already heading to the next station. There was a strange surging blood outside the window. There was nothing else in the carriage except the five players. From time to time, scary faces appeared at the door windows at both ends, which added to the weirdness.
"Is anyone dining..."
Suddenly, an elderly woman pushing a dining car appeared very unexpectedly at the door near the front of the train. She was probably in her sixties, wearing an old blue and white conductor uniform. She had many deep wrinkles on her face, forming an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.
On the multi-layered dining cart that she slowly moved forward, there were both barreled instant noodles, stacked lunch boxes, drinks, melon seeds, plums and other items, which seemed a bit dazzling.
But the way she appeared was so weird. She appeared directly inside the carriage from the door with the ghost face on it. There was no process of opening the door and entering, so several players did not dare to act rashly.
"Is anyone dining..."
Finding that no one responded to her, the old woman pushing the dining cart shouted again, her tone seemed slightly higher than before.
But none of the five players responded to her. Some even secretly took out their weapons and were quite wary.
"Is anyone dining?"
When the weird delivery person passed the middle of the car, she asked for the third time, and her tone had increased significantly, and she seemed to be out of control.
"How do you sell a barrel of yours?"
At this critical moment when everyone felt what would happen if they continued, the young man with dark circles stood up and mustered up the courage to ask this strange food delivery man.
"One hundred dollars a barrel."
The old man who delivered the food immediately turned to look at him, and his voice returned to normal decibels.
"I want a bucket."
Seeing that his response had alleviated the other party's rage, the young man with dark circles took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the deliveryman.
However, the delivery boy looked at the currency he took out and shook his head slowly, his half-smiling expression showing signs of quickly turning cold.
"Sorry, I got the wrong one."
The dark-eyed young man understood what the other party meant in an instant, took back the banknote, took out another banknote with a different appearance from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
This banknote was yellowed all over and printed on rough paper. It was a Hell Money! This time, the delivery person did not shake her head. She quickly accepted the Hell Money handed over by the young man, picked up a bucket of instant noodles from the dining car and gave it to him. Then she glanced at the other four players and said with some expectation:
"Is anyone still buying it?"
With the previous demonstration, this time the players knew the ropes, but not everyone happened to be carrying Hell Money. Only the girl with short hair in sportswear had Hell Money in her hand and bought a bottle of peach drink.
After reaching two transactions, the food delivery person's mood finally calmed down. She then pushed the dining car towards the back door, and just as she had entered the carriage, she disappeared in an extremely strange way. Even the adjacent carriage behind could not see her trace, it was still empty.
But once I bought the product, the storm was really over? This is not the case.
After the delivery man left, the young man with dark circles and the girl with short hair in sportswear threw the items they bought to the ground almost at the same time, and they all entered a state of fighting, because they both felt that the things they bought were not normal, and it seemed that there was something evil trying to get out of it.