High Stakes at Every Turn

"Is this the consequence of smoking in the car, or are they smoking cigarettes given to them by vendors outside?"

As Feng Xue watched the giant cloud of smoke slowly dissipate, he momentarily forgot the chill that was gripping him. But then, the feeling of his body beginning to stiffen began to stimulate his mind, forcibly drawing his attention back to himself.

Feng Xue quickly opened the rear door of carriage number six, twisted her body, and slipped inside. Only after the door was closed again did the spreading stiffness begin to slowly subside.

"This low temperature is definitely not just a simple drop in temperature; it must have some special buff!" After checking Kamen Rider Xuanjun's internal circulation system and confirming that the temperature was fine, Feng Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He circulated his Internal Force to quickly restore his body to its best condition. His gaze swept back and forth in the carriage. Unlike the Soft Sleeper carriage, the Hard Sleeper Car did not have private rooms; the beds were separated only by walls.

Honestly, Feng Xue felt very uncomfortable with this kind of bed arrangement, not only because it was narrow and cramped, but mainly because the two beds separated by a wall reminded him of the cells in Jeston Prison.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how Jeston is doing. With his luck, he might already Weird Tale."

Thinking of this, Feng Xue suddenly remembered Jeston, whom he had thrown into the Game World for experiments. She wondered if she should go back and take a look. However, upon closer reflection, it had only been less than a year since Jeston left. In such a short time, it was obviously not an easy thing for an ordinary person to become Weird Tale, not to mention that Jeston was a bit mentally challenged.

Shaking her head to banish the brilliant idea from her mind, Feng Xue continued forward, her gaze sweeping over the passengers. Compared to the four-person Soft Sleeper, this place was filled with all sorts of strange smells.

Activating the Kamen Rider's air purification function, Feng Xue scanned the air quality readings in her field of vision as she continued forward.

The reason why she doesn't need to breathe but still needs to exchange gases is not because Feng Xue has any bad habits, but simply because parameters such as the smell, humidity, and pressure of the air are part of a person's perception.

You might not realize it normally, but when necessary, it often becomes an important part of that impulsive moment.

With a flick of her finger, the Bell of Absolution hanging at her waist emitted a resounding sound as if from the abyss. The sound waves rippled outwards, and marks of varying depths rose in Feng Xue's vision.

"So many independent individuals?" Feng Xue's gaze extended towards the end of the carriage, only to find that at least a third of the people on the train had varying shades of Absolution Mark on their heads.

Although they might be completely innocent, considering that two-thirds of the people on the bus had never lied, or that every lie they told had been punished, Feng Xue preferred to believe they were all Fake Human.

However, if we consider it this way, the remaining third of individuals Absolution Mark become worth considering.

Are they real people from outside?

Are there any individual Weird Tale similar to those involving Lin Jiaxin?

Without any means of verification, he didn't intend to dwell on it, but simply walked quietly through the carriage, occasionally making eye contact with the people wearing the Absolution Mark above their heads.

The train journey ended quickly, and Feng Xue saw smokers again at the connecting area between the carriages.

He now deeply suspected that these smokers were actually a trigger trap; ignoring them would prevent any problems, but once you got close, the smoke monsters on them would be activated.

Otherwise, it's hard to understand why I encountered someone smoking twice in a row.

Once again, the Ghostly Evasion movement skipped the link, and the sounds of chewing and tearing flesh reappeared.

While inwardly criticizing the poorly written Weird Tale, his gaze couldn't help but fall on the icicles that were beginning to spread towards the link.

"The snow is getting heavier and heavier!"

The unease in her heart grew heavier. Although she felt that a seven-day journey wouldn't lead to her losing Ultimate Move on the second day, Feng Xue still felt a sense of danger rising above her head.

Sure enough, just as he was fleeing the cold once again, a figure appeared before him—

It was a flight attendant pushing a cart, wearing a bright red uniform.

She approached slowly with light steps, the nauseating stench emanating from the cart making one want to avoid her.

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Feng Xue's mind. In that instant, he even had the same sense of impending death as when he faced those women selling goods outside the car.

He wanted to avoid interacting with her as he had with the flight attendant in the green dress before, but at this moment, the flight attendant clearly had her sights set on him and was walking up to him step by step.

The chill from the train connection hadn't dissipated yet; Feng Xue felt a sudden stiffness throughout her body, unable even to reach for her cloak.

Seemingly realizing Feng Xue's attempt to escape, the flight attendant acted even more hastily, instantly appearing less than three meters away from her. While bringing the cart, whose contents were unclear, closer, she gave a polite, business-like smile and said:

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"!!!"

Just as the two sides were about to make contact, Feng Xue's figure suddenly disappeared. The flight attendant's smile froze slightly, but then she resumed her stiff posture as if nothing had happened, pushed the trolley to the carriage connection, and took out large black garbage bags and piled them at the door.

The cold wind slowly seeped in, and the garbage bag gradually became covered with frost. Then, after about a minute, it completely shattered into ice shards, merging with the icicles that had seeped in from the windshield joint, making the connection between the carriages more stable.

"Phew, that was close! Uh, it's a bit crowded?"

Having completed the Teleportation, Feng Xue felt the confined space. Before she could react, a somewhat piercing scream rang in her ears.

Realizing she had instantly Teleportation "behind" someone lying on a bed, Feng Xue immediately pulled on her cloak, entering a state of Ghostly Evasion and escaping the awkward situation.

At the same time, a flight attendant in a blue uniform rushed over and looked at the screaming passenger, saying:

"Passenger, what happened?"

"Just now, uh, no, I probably had a nightmare, sorry." The passenger was about to say something when he suddenly realized that he was just sitting on a simple bed. His expression stiffened, and he could only give a perfunctory excuse.

Feng Xue, who had just returned to reality from the shadows, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully:

"Thankfully, the Visage of Oath's Teleportation requires no wind-up, otherwise I might have had to hand over the tomb..."

Regarding why Lin Jiaxin didn't have pants...

Some people didn't get it.

First, the ruthless robber fired a shot, and the color of Lin Jiaxin's skirt changed.

Then, the thugs called the flight attendants to clean up. The flight attendants confiscated all the "dirty stuff," which was specifically mentioned at the beginning of chapter 576. This was also the reason why Lin Jiaxin huddled in the corner.

So, do you understand now?