"Lots of 'people,' huh?"

Although she had used her teleportation Teleportation once, Feng Xue did not back down at all. The strength of the Visage of Oath is that it has no cooldown. As long as the "sinner" is locked on, she can Teleportation behind the other party at any time before the other party receives the punishment they deserve.

In a carriage filled with various markable objects, even a casual glance can leave behind a dozen or so coordinates.

After passing through the Hard Sleeper Car, we arrived at the Hard Seat area at the very front. Compared to the hard sleeper carriages, the noise level here was several notches higher.

But in Feng Xue's view, the population density here is plummeting.

As soon as the Bell of Absolution rang, out of the sixty or seventy people in the carriage, only one marker slowly rose. Judging from the color of the marker, it was probably a Buddhist monk who had sneaked onto the train.

However, this is not actually strange, since a normal person would never buy Hard Seat on a seven-day, seven-night long-distance train.

In fact, the fact that Hard Seat could exist on such a train is itself quite absurd.

Of course, some people may only take the train for one or two stops, which cannot be said to be unreasonable.

"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The flight attendant, dressed in a blue shirt, blue skirt, and blue hat, seemed to notice Feng Xue's hesitation and immediately approached. Although the attendant's attire was perfectly normal, Feng Xue had a vague feeling of danger and immediately reached into her pocket, pulling out her seat ticket.

"Excuse me, I'm carsick and a little disoriented. I can't find my seat."

"Oh, I see. Please wait a moment." The flight attendant, with a professional smile, politely took the Hard Seat ticket from Feng Xue's hand, glanced at it, and then spoke:

"Your carriage should be one more carriage ahead, please follow me."

As she spoke, she turned around and, with almost identical steps, walked all the way to the train connection, where Feng Xue once again saw several smokers puffing away.

However, this time was slightly different from before. The dignified flight attendant still wore a smile and said softly:

"Gentlemen, this train is a non-smoking train. For the health of others and public hygiene, smoking is not allowed on board. If you really need to, you can go to the restroom..."

"Get lost! It's none of your business if I smoke, you lousy flight attendant, do you really think you're human?" The man smoking opened his mouth with a string of vulgar words, but the flight attendant's face did not show any dissatisfaction, and she still had a smile on her face. However, Feng Xue could clearly feel the strong danger contained in that smile.

However, she didn't act immediately. Instead, she reached out and pressed a button clipped to her breast pocket, and said:

"A passenger is smoking at the front connection of the third carriage. Please handle this as soon as possible."

Having said that, ignoring the curses and shouts of the smokers, he walked to the door at the connecting point and said to Feng Xue:

"Sir, let's go."

"Oh." Feng Xue checked the internal circulation system of the Kamen Rider System and, after confirming that she hadn't inhaled secondhand smoke, walked past the grumbling smokers and followed the flight attendant through the partition.

Surprisingly, this partition didn't feel cold like before.

"Is it because a flight attendant accompanied you this time? Or is it because there weren't any here to begin with?"

Feng Xue frowned, stepped into the second carriage, and then he heard the conductor's gentle voice—

"Ma'am, this seat belongs to another passenger. Please do not cause inconvenience to others."

Feng Xue took two steps forward and saw a pair of long, white legs lying across what was probably her seat.

Upon hearing the flight attendant's words, the owner of the long, white legs glared and said:

"What other passengers? I haven't seen anyone since I got on the bus!"

"Regardless of whether anyone is boarding, this is not your seat, and this gentleman has already presented his ticket..."

"I don't care! I haven't seen anyone since I got on the train!" The owner of the long, white legs persisted. Although people like this could be found anywhere, Feng Xue was quite surprised to encounter such a character on the Weird Tale Train.

Before he could say anything more, the owner of the long, white legs suddenly let out a scream, and then the long, white legs disappeared.

Hmm, only the long, white legs have disappeared.

"I'm sorry, sir, we will clean the seat immediately. Please wait a moment."

The flight attendants and most passengers seemed indifferent to the bloody scene unfolding before them, but Feng Xue noticed that a few passengers in certain seats showed obvious fear, with one even shrinking into a corner as if afraid that his large buttocks would take up too much space.

The seats, stained with blood and bone fragments, were quickly cleaned. Feng Xue sat in his seat, looking at the composed flight attendant in her blue uniform, feeling a bit overwhelmed, because he had no idea how the legs had disappeared.

In other words...

"A mandatory rule? In other words, the real problem with the first system isn't the Riding Instructions, but that implicit Riding Etiquette? Luckily, I didn't mess with the carriage layout before."

Having gained a deeper understanding of the rules inside the train, Feng Xue became secretly wary, while the flight attendant, with a considerate demeanor, said:

"Sir, is there anything else I can help you with? We have motion sickness medication available if you experience severe motion sickness."

"No need, I've already taken my medicine," Feng Xue replied quickly. Then, as if remembering something, she remained vigilant, ready to activate her Visage of Oath at any moment, and asked:

"I heard from other passengers that our country's railway Train Police got off at Sanlian Station. When will the Kent Country Train Police board the train?"

Upon hearing Feng Xue's question, the flight attendant did not show any dangerous change, but simply said with a slight apology:

"I'm sorry, sir, Kent Country's police force is not abundant, and this section of the Kent Country railway is not very long, so there will be no Train Police carriages. However, around tomorrow morning... or tonight if you take the time difference, we will enter Bell Country territory, and Bell Country Train Police will board the train then. As for the time in between, sir, you don't need to worry. There are police forces deployed at several stations in Kent Country, and there will be no danger during the stops."

"Thank you, I have no other questions." Feng Xue didn't really agree with the flight attendant's words, but she still nodded in thanks.

The flight attendant returned a smile and turned to leave. Only then did Feng Xue have time to turn her head and look at the passenger who had previously performed the "disappearing long white legs" trick in front of everyone.

At this moment, the passenger, who looked to be no more than thirty years old, had a necrotic wound on his thigh, which appeared to have been corroded by some kind of strong acid, with no blood flowing out of the wound.

Her face was deathly pale from blood loss, as if she would die completely in a few seconds.

Feng Xue gently tapped the Bell of Absolution with her index finger, and marks began to appear above the heads of this passenger, as well as those who had previously expressed fear.

Why are there so many people here, even though it's Hard Seat?

Regarding Golden Finger, as I mentioned before, the protagonist's Golden Finger can only be activated by confirming the target through sight. If the target cannot be brought into view, it cannot be activated. In other words, it cannot be activated if the target is too huge, the Main Body cannot be found, or there are only derivatives in front of it.

Furthermore, regarding the presence of the Golden Finger" (a powerful, overpowered ability), I've been saying this in my previous books: the Golden Finger in my books is generally just an introduction, a kind of seed money, mainly used to solve the problem of how an ordinary person can rise to power after transmigrating. But it's not the kind of "father system" that makes even a pig fly, so it will inevitably become a support ability with little presence in the later stages.

Because the protagonist of my book is a human, not a system, and I don't like having the system lead the protagonist by the nose, I want to write about the protagonist's own growth, rather than being fed and raised by the system.

I want the protagonist's reaction when faced with danger to be "How can I break this deadlock with the resources I have?" rather than "Let me spend some money and see how the system will help me break this deadlock." Therefore, it's inevitable that the presence of the Golden Finger will gradually diminish.