The Evening Service on This Train Was Surprisingly Thoughtful

Whether due to the rules or not, the White Bear behind them did not attack the carriage, but instead roared angrily after chasing for a few steps. Meanwhile, birds and Ghostly Shadow kept approaching from both sides of the road.

"Write on, my Wonderful Brush Beneficial Calculation Star Lord!"

Feng Xue brandished her expensive fountain pen, and the spirit of the pen, looking weary, floated out. Upon seeing the scenery outside, it immediately tightened its clothes and angrily rebuked:

"It's getting more and more perverted!"

"What are you thinking? Hurry up and deal with these Ghostly Shadow!"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes and continued charging forward. With the Mindless Divine Power activating upon encountering an enemy, it didn't need any management once activated.

While flying birds are easier to catch, this Ghostly Shadow is a target that Internal Force cannot spontaneously capture.

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the Ouija board realized something was wrong. She took out her Little Notebook and wrote the word "death" on the paper. The ragged young ladies in the air were immediately dragged into the Little Notebook as if they were chained.

In a few breaths, Feng Xue had reached the top of the Luggage Carriage. He dared not linger, because the snow on the roof would freeze instantly if it touched the ground for more than a second.

That sticky feeling told him that even if Omni-Press Drive and ignored environmental influences, the field effect could still freeze him in place.

"The entire room is frozen if no one is interested—that's terrifying!"

Once again, Feng Xue sighed, "It's truly terrifying not to choose a partner." She grabbed a handful of salt and activated her "Make the Best Use of Everything" power.

A handful of fine salt was sprinkled on the roof of the luggage cart, and the thick layer of snow on the roof instantly melted away, and the sticky feeling underfoot disappeared immediately.

Seeing that there was no time to lose, Feng Xue immediately took out the tripod she had prepared and fixed the Live Broadcast Drone to the roof of the Luggage Carriage. She also set up a snow cover and pointed the camera only at the front of the vehicle.

As for why it's not placed directly on the front of the car...

Because these long-distance trains change locomotives midway through the journey.

For example, when the train departs from Tianlin Station, it is still an electric locomotive, but after arriving in Kent Country, it is switched to a diesel locomotive. In contrast, the baggage car is basically not changed before the arrival of the station; at most, the baggage is stored and retrieved inside.

After securing the drone, Feng Xue thought for a moment, then took out a makeshift external device and hung it under the drone's fuselage.

"[Masterful Creation] Forever God!" After marveling at the versatility of her several powers, Feng Xue used her Make the Best Use of Everything and Item Master to temporarily endow the external equipment with the characteristics of Phantom Object before heading back.

As he watched the various fonts of the character "death" appear on the Ouija Little Notebook, Feng Xue's urge to complain grew stronger. While scattering salt and clearing snow along the way, he also placed cameras with drone terminals above the following carriages to ensure that even if a carriage became separated, it could be detected immediately.

After completing a series of tasks, Feng Xue took out her pocket watch and glanced at it. Only a dozen minutes had passed. However, considering the possible emergencies that might occur later, Feng Xue decided to save the remaining outdoor work time, opened the emergency exit on the roof, and crawled back into the warm and comfortable interior of the vehicle.

Although it was equally dark inside and outside the car, this didn't pose much of a problem for the Kamen Rider with built-in night vision. He quickly returned to his room and, after confirming that the Ghost Girl, Mango Girl, and Bread Girl hadn't respawned, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's quite a lot this time, would you like to order?"

The spirit of the Ouija board, which floated gracefully to Feng Xue's side, quickly flipped through its Little Notebook, showing Feng Xue the character for "death" written in various calligraphic styles. Feng Xue glanced at it and said directly:

Just tell me how many.

"There are 177 in total. Although their condition is a bit strange, they don't seem like any normal ghosts." The spirit pointed to its Little Notebook and announced a number. Feng Xue pondered for a moment before saying:

"They're probably all derivative products. See if you can make a list. If you have their real names, send them straight to school. It's a pity they've been released from the Construction Hell,' otherwise throwing them into factories to tighten screws would be fine too."

The spirit's expression turned slightly strange upon hearing Feng Xue's words, but it still nodded. Before retreating back into the pen, it added:

"I need to compile the list gradually. If you have any needs, contact Taibai!"

"What the hell? If I could, I wouldn't want to use this thing either!" Feng Xue tossed the pocket watch in her hand, her expression somewhat subtle.

But now is not the time to talk about that. He climbed into bed, covered his head with the blanket, took out his phone, turned the brightness to the lowest setting, connected to the drone's signal, and displayed the footage captured by the camera. Watching the outside world fly backward, he finally felt at ease.

This relaxation immediately brought back the fatigue. In fact, there hadn't been any significant exertion throughout the day; the only damage was the blow that the year's ruling deity had dealt him.

After all, that was his Agility Perception at its maximum; a single strike was like polishing nerve endings with a grinding wheel.

As Feng Xue gradually fell asleep, time passed little by little. Just as the hour hand crossed the 1 again, a strange friction sound mixed into the train's vibrations.

"Damn it!" Feng Xue, who had only slept for a little over half an hour, was jolted awake and forced herself to swallow a curse.

The direction of the train displayed on the phone did not change at all. He swiped his finger to switch cameras, and apart from some frost on the surfaces of two cameras, there was basically nothing unusual.

In contrast, it was the frequent noise coming from below that gave him a real headache.

Creak, creak, creak...

The sound, like scratching a plastic sheet with fingernails, came from the bed beneath him, accompanied by a slight tremor, as if someone were lying under his bed, scratching the bed with their fingernails.

"Your good buddy in the lower bunk?"

Feng Xue's lips curled slightly. Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing could be killed directly, but the train's Riding Instructions included a rule about building good relationships with those in the upper and lower berths.

Feng Xue is easily startled, is already breaking the rules by waking up during her sleep time. If she bullies the person in the lower bunk, she might face some strange punishment.

Having already been surrounded by the train attendants, he no longer harbored the naive idea that the train couldn't do anything to him. He remained wrapped in the blanket, simply supporting himself on the edge of the bed with his hands in a push-up position, quietly adjusting his breathing.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

The ghost under the bed slowly dug upwards. As the bed board was pierced through, only a thin layer of mattress remained. The ghost, who could already imagine the feeling of digging out a heart, immediately sped up. However, at the very moment the bed was pierced through, a face illuminated by the light from a cell phone under the blanket revealed a strange smile.

"???" The ghost under the bed felt that something was wrong and immediately tried to run away, but before she could turn around, a hand reached out from the hole she had dug and grabbed her.

"Trying to run? Come on up!"

Regarding the five-hour time difference, as I said before, this train has a real-world counterpart. If you're unfamiliar with it, you can look up the time difference between Russia, Zhonghua Family, and the Seven Warlords. The Seven Warlords and Zhonghua Family are in the same time zone, while Russia and China are five hours apart.

Ultimately, time zones are not strictly based on regions, but on countries. For example, the Northern Xinjiang regions share the same time zone as the Central Plains, which sometimes means it's still dark at nine o'clock.

P. S.: Regarding post deletion and banning, I've said this many times. Except for posts that start with insults, I generally don't delete posts, and I even frequently pin them to the top to criticize others. However, the Dian Niang has a post-swallowing mechanism. If you post too many words or too many interline posts under the same sentence, the Dian Niang will consider it an argument and delete the post. Sometimes, too many posts will also result in a ban. This has nothing to do with the author (and sometimes posts just disappear for no apparent reason).

Furthermore, since there's no such thing as a banned reader list in the backend, the author is powerless to do anything about it. If anyone knows how to unban a user, please let me know, as the author frequently gets banned for commenting in their own book (you know how often authors post replies)...