After the man in black left, the carriage fell silent once again.
Only the occasional sobs and suppressed breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the darkness. Tang Wulin closed his eyes, his spiritual power spreading outwards like invisible tentacles. He sensed the location of everyone he could perceive on the train, and the fluctuations of every Soul Power.
The front is unclear, there are three behind, and three in the middle. The leader should be near the dining car in the middle of the train, since his aura is the strongest and there is a faint sense of oppression. Tang Wulin cannot determine his exact level, but he is at least Soul King.
He himself only reached level thirty-nine.
He has no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. But he doesn't need a direct confrontation.
The carriage was too dark. The beam of the soul-guided flashlight could only illuminate a small area, with most of the space swallowed by darkness. This environment was actually an advantage for Tang Wulin.
He took a deep breath and stood up silently.
Zhao Defa sensed his movement and instinctively reached out to grab him, but grasped only air. Tang Wulin had already disappeared into the darkness.
Tang Wulin didn't use the aisle, as it would be too easy to be spotted there. He reached out, his sharp Golden Dragon Claw claws tearing a gash in the window. He flipped out and moved silently forward, hugging the outer wall of the train.
He moved to the door of the third-to-last carriage and probed it with his mental energy. He sensed that there was only one man in black inside, checking the passengers' luggage one by one.
Tang Wulin withdrew his mental energy and used the same method to climb into the carriage through the window, landing silently behind the last row of seats.
The man in black had his back to him and was rummaging through a middle-aged woman's suitcase. The woman, holding a child, was huddled in a corner, trembling all over.
Tang Wulin did not hesitate and took a step forward.
Golden scales flashed in the darkness. His right fist, imbued with the Bloodline Power, aimed straight for the man in black's back. The man in black seemed to sense something and whirled around, but it was too late.
Tang Wulin's fist slammed solidly into his chest.
"Click--"
The sound of bones cracking echoed through the carriage. The man in black's eyes bulged, and he flew backward, crashing into the carriage wall before sliding to the ground, where he lay motionless. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The passengers in the carriage watched in horror; some tried to scream, but were covered by the people next to them.
Tang Wulin had no time to appease them. He bent down, picked up the short knife, put it into his Storage Soul Tool, and then dragged the black-clad man's corpse under the seat, covering it with his luggage.
one.
He closed his eyes, extending his spiritual power once more. The other men in black seemed unaware of the commotion. The leader in the dining car maintained a steady breathing pattern, making no particularly urgent sounds; apparently, no one had noticed him yet.
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and continued moving towards the next target.
The second person in black was in the adjacent carriage.
Just like the previous one, he was checking the passenger's identity. Tang Wulin did the same thing, attacking from behind and crushing his neck with a single punch. The man in black didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground.
Ignoring the horrified looks of those around him, Tang Wulin dragged the corpse under the seat and continued forward.
two.
There was still no movement ahead.
But Tang Wulin knew this was only temporary. Once they realized their companions were missing, they would become alert. He had to eliminate more people before they could react.
However, he will most likely have no choice but to fight his way through, since he can't possibly bypass the middle and go directly to the front of the train.
Further ahead was a luggage compartment, used for checking in luggage that couldn't be carried on. There was another person inside, whose aura was stronger than the others; he was already at the Soul Ancestor level.
Tang Wulin approached cautiously, not making a move rashly.
The luggage compartment was piled high with suitcases and packages, obstructing the view. A man in black was standing in the center of the compartment, seemingly searching for something.
Tang Wulin hid behind two large suitcases, holding his breath.
The man in black was very close, Tang Wulin dared not use his mental power to probe him rashly, so he could only rely on his senses to determine his location. He waited for a while, and then the man in black turned around and walked to the other side, his back to him.
Now!
Tang Wulin burst out from behind the suitcase, his right fist brimming with all his might, aiming straight for the man in black's back.
"Bang--"
A dull thud sounded, and the back of the man in black suddenly caved in. Fortunately, Tang Wulin reacted quickly and caught him, preventing him from flying away.
He stuffed the man in black's body into a pile of luggage, covering it with one piece of luggage after another.
Tang Wulin leaned against the carriage wall, panting heavily, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He had taken down three enemies in a row, each time with a single, fatal blow, but each strike required his complete concentration, leaving no room for error.
He closed his eyes, trying to use his mental power to sense the locations of the other men in black. His mental power could only penetrate less than twenty meters before it became blurry, like a clump of muddy water. He could only vaguely sense a few faint fluctuations of Soul Power at the rear and middle of the train, but he couldn't distinguish the exact number or cultivation level of each person.
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth. His mental strength was only at the Spirit Connection Realm, far from enough to cover the entire train. He could only rely on experience and intuition to estimate the distribution of the remaining enemies.
He had already taken care of two when he came from behind, so he should be safe for now. There was at least one strongest leader in the middle of the train, and at least two more in front. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door at the connection between the carriages, and moved forward.
This time, he didn't climb out the window, but instead carefully moved forward, hugging the shadows of the carriage wall.
Apart from the small fluorescent lights indicating directions, there was no light in the tunnel except for the occasional soul-guided flashlights turned on by passengers, their pale light flickering in the darkness.
That was the cover given to him by the night, but also the most dangerous trap; he couldn't see far ahead, and those far ahead couldn't see him either.
But there was no other way; even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, he could only try his best.
After walking about thirty meters, he heard hurried footsteps ahead.
"Hurry! Don't dawdle, search each carriage one by one!"
"I know, what's the rush? Those people in the tunnel aren't going anywhere."
"What do you know? There was a commotion behind us just now. Someone probably made a move, and our men may have already been killed."
Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat. They found out so quickly?
He stopped, held his breath, and pressed himself against the corner wall where the two carriages connected, remaining motionless and trying his best to conceal his presence with his mental energy.
This move was something he learned from Gu Yuena before, but it had its advantages and disadvantages. Under normal circumstances, unless someone has extremely strong mental power, they would probably not be able to detect his presence. But for someone with much stronger mental power than him, he would undoubtedly be a sitting duck.
However, the situation was urgent, and he couldn't worry about that anymore.