MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 136 Endless Train (Part 2)

The cold touch once again slipped from Yan Wei's neck to Yan Wei's cheek.

He seemed to be standing in front of a corpse chest that exuded icy coldness. There was nothing in front of them, and the carriage with the door always open stood quietly in front of them.

The rest of the people have had different reactions one after another.

Like Xu Miaomiao and Yan Wei, they more or less felt the invisible fear.

Yan Wei raised his hand, moved his fingers slightly, and finally put his hand down. Physical data and perception power cannot be used directly, or it is better not to act rashly first.

stop?.

Yan Wei felt a moist stickiness.

Yan Mingguang looked at him, frowned at the next moment and took out a tissue. Lin Qing's expression also sank, and she said, "Yan Wei, your face."

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows, but didn't? Take out the mirror. He doesn't seem to care about what his face looks like now, he just raised his hand and touched it with his fingertips. The place where he felt the touch also felt sticky. He took a look in front of him - it was bright red blood.

Tips.

But Yan Wei suddenly became obsessed with cleanliness? The face that was still smiling just now froze instantly. He couldn't wait for Yan Mingguang to help him wipe it, grabbed the tissue and wiped it **** his cheek? How many times? At the end? It wasn't enough, so Yan Wei took out the wet towel and wiped it several times.

How much did they pay attention to? Yan Wei, this "raw face", now looks at him like this? Instead, he is a little less curious.

People like Zhao Jingchen who have seen Yan Wei's performance on the forty-ninth floor, although they have a clue about who Yan Wei is, they also don't care much.

In their eyes, no matter how powerful they have potential, they are only players on the 49th floor, and they are very likely to drag down teammates on the 89th floor. It's better to look at him than to look at Yan Mingguang, who has been in the limelight recently, or Lin Qing, who has several 89th floor experience and ruthless methods.

All of them have reached this level, and no one is talking nonsense. They looked at each other with bad intentions, and then went in one after another.

When Yan Wei finished wiping his face, only Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao were left.

Ding Xiao did not move.

Xu Miaomiao was brought out by Ding Xiao, Ding Xiao didn't move, she didn't move. Seeing that Ding Xiao had been staring at Yan Wei and others, she also said that she had just greeted Yan Wei to make Ding Xiao pay attention, and whispered, "Sister Ding, you haven't paid attention to the movement of the world in the building for a long time, maybe? Haven't seen them. Yan Wei is the last Black Bird player to work with me more than half a year ago. No one can come in at Qixing this time, thanks to them."

The three of Yan Wei didn't seem to hear Xu Miaomiao's words, and followed the others into the carriage.

She just said, "Come in."

A strong wind blew on the platform, and the railings on the outside of the platform fell down again.

In the roar of thunder and the thick rain? Ding Xiao and Xu Miaomiao also stepped into the carriage. When Xu Miaomiao stepped in, the door of the carriage slammed shut with a bang, isolating the world inside and outside the train.

There was no one on the platform, the train whistled long, and the wheels at the bottom of each car began to roll slowly, rubbing against the mottled rust-covered rails. The rain slid off the blood-stained iron sheets, as if blood were flowing on the train.

This car appears to be a dining car. There are rectangular tables and benches on both sides of the narrow passageway. There are six dining tables in total, and there is a dining table at the end of the carriage. There are some cutlery and kitchen utensils, like It's the place to order and make easy meals.

When I got on the train from the platform, although it was cloudy outside, it was obviously still daylight. But the lights inside the compartment were only dim yellow lights, emitting from the shabby light bulbs hanging, which only played a role of better than nothing.

The train started too fast, Yan Wei and others just got into the carriage, and they could see the environment in the carriage clearly, and they were shaken a little during this sudden acceleration.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he hurriedly took a few steps back and stayed away from this dining table—everyone saw it just now, when the lightning flashed by, this At the dining table sits a broken neck? Half of the dirty stuff.

Yan Wei was pulled steadily by Yan Mingguang, silently watching everything in front of her.

A dozen people were standing in a carriage, looking very crowded. Coupled with the dim light, their body data has returned to that of ordinary people. At this moment, at a glance, they can't see most people's faces at all.

Very dim.

It was quiet.

In other words, the sound of the train running is clearly on the side of the ear, and the voices of more than a dozen of them are also one after another, but the surroundings seem to be quiet and empty, and the top of the carriage is connected in series. The light bulb flickered terribly.

Yan Wei's ominous premonition is getting heavier and heavier.

Death Oppression is a rare and special type of copy. In this type of dungeon, the body index and perception that players are proud of in the world of the building are useless. The ghosts in the dungeons are not necessarily in the form, but ghosts are absolutely dangerous to players— Players basically do not have much resistance.

In this type of dungeon, players are just ordinary people with skills and props, but the ones with limitations are ghosts - ghosts need conditions to kill.

What is the condition?

They know nothing?

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There is only one quickest way to have a clue, and that is the beginning of the death harvest. Whenever someone dies, it represents the arrival of information. Therefore, all the high-level players present, including Yan Wei, did not make any extra moves. No one? Don't want to? Be the one who opens the way.

Not long after, in the connected carriage in front? A man in a white chef's uniform seemed to be pushing a small cart slowly approaching.

Everyone looked away in silence.

This is a very ordinary-looking middle-aged man, he is wearing a white chef's uniform, neatly wearing a chef's hat, his face has wrinkles from age, but his facial features are very Usually, there is no smell related to those dirty things. It's so common that if you don't see it in this kind of place, there won't be anyone at all? People spend more time looking at it.

The middle-aged man stopped when he walked into the carriage, took out the contents of the trolley and said, "Passengers, please come and get dinner? , you can eat it in the dining car, or you can take it back to the compartment where you live. The lunch box includes cutlery. If you need extra, you can also take it from the bar. These are the door cards of your living compartment, no ? number, any empty passenger compartment can be occupied."

Yan Wei followed the man's movements and saw that there were sixteen lunch boxes on the table closest to the flight attendant. Walk. And the door cards mentioned by the flight attendants are placed in each plastic bag separately, thinking that they are meant to be taken with the food.

After the flight attendant put down the car, he said, "I will live in the next car. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."

Having said that, but no one said a word—all of them have been to people who have been to do not know how many copies? No one will do that kind of copy from the beginning The stupid thing of pulling suspicious NPCs to ask questions.

The flight attendant seems to be really just a flight attendant responsible for arranging these trivial matters. He put these things away, turned around, and pushed the dining car to the carriage where he came.

It was still raining outside the train, and the sound of clattering and the mechanical sound of the train was mixed together.

Yan Wei counted again? The number of lunch boxes is still sixteen.

When he was at the platform, he counted the number of people who got on the bus before getting on the bus, and it was also sixteen. And now in the carriage? Although I can't see the faces clearly, there are 16 people, the same as the number of lunch boxes.

Dungeons often play the trick of ghosts mixing in with players, so everyone is particularly sensitive to the number of people. At present, the number of people seems to be no problem? What's the problem.

In the silence, Ding Xiao stepped forward first, took two lunch boxes and stuffed one to Xu Miaomiao, and said, "I just took a look at the carriage. The front and rear signs, the front and rear of the dining car are all passenger compartments, as long as there is a door card, you should be able to choose to check in. The question of whether this randomly distributed lunch box is available is entirely a matter of luck. I will take it with me first. Pack up and settle down in seconds, everyone, please."

There are fewer people at the top, so it won't be as chaotic as the bottom? If it wasn't necessary later or had already made a grudge, the high-level players were polite at least at the beginning.

Xu Miaomiao followed behind Ding Xiao, and whispered: "Sister Ding, do we want to act with Xuanniao? Your relationship with Xuanniao? Isn't it a good idea? I see that Zhao Jingchen seems to have bad intentions. Lin Qing brought two 'newcomers' who came to the dungeon on the 89th floor for the first time. Maybe they are too aware of it and lack strength. I have dealt with that Yan Wei, if we are here Can you give him a favor? It won't be a loss."

"Not yet," Ding Xiao smiled and shook his head, without stopping, "We...maybe have to rely on them."

Ding Xiao led Xu Miaomiao away? After that, the rest of the people also stepped forward and picked up the lunch box to find the carriage they were staying in, as did Yan Wei and others?

Only Zhao Jingchen, when Yan Wei turned around with a lunch box, he hooked the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Your face is beautiful, better than those of the girls I used. Your face looks good. If you die, remember to protect your face."

Yan Wei made a move and turned to look at Zhao Jingchen. He couldn't see the upper half of Zhao Jingchen's face, he just glanced at the lower half of this man's face, and somehow felt a little familiar.

Maybe it was in the copy record? Have you seen it? Wasn't he there when he first went upstairs? Zhao Jingchen.

Yan Mingguang also seemed to have heard? The movement of the two of them, turned around and looked coldly? Zhao Jingchen took Yan Wei's hand and walked away.

Zhao Jingchen was suddenly looked at like this, and subconsciously, Yan Mingguang's eyes froze. And Lin Qing, who followed closely behind, also said coldly, "Keep your mouth clean, or I'll let you die as dirty as your mouth."

Zhao Jingchen gritted his teeth: "You are really protecting him, but I prefer to destroy this little newcomer who is being held."

Lin Qing? seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him, and already walked to the back car with Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei.

situation. But there doesn't seem to be anything outside? There's nothing to see, it's all in the wilderness with all kinds of rocks and weeds.

Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei walked through several carriages that had already been selected by the player, came to an Airbus, opened the sliding door and walked in. These carriages are all sleeper, with two beds opposite each other, as well as bunk beds, a total of four beds. There is also a small table in the center by the window, and there is nothing on the table.

From the point of view of the furnishings, it is no different from the ordinary train sleeper?

"Have you seen it?" Lin Qing walked in behind him, "There are three such rooms in each carriage, and the bathrooms are shared, one for each carriage. The same, they are all searching, there is no difference. Personally, I don’t think there is any difference just by searching.”

That's luck.

Before the point, if there is anything strange, exchange it with me, I will not die today, there is any danger I will endure it."

Yan Mingguang said: "Be careful of injuries."

"Relax."

Although players will not be stupid enough to fight each other from the beginning, they are also defensive. After all three came in, Lin Qing closed the door and locked it without hesitation.

It's getting dark?

The three people's lunch boxes were also wrapped in plastic bags and placed on the small table. Yan Wei stood in front of the small table and looked out the window through the water droplets flowing on the window. At the interweaving point of day and night, there is only a little light outside the window, and the weeds and gravels can no longer be seen clearly. The light in the car had already brightened outside, and Yan Wei's face was reflected on the window.

"Boom—"

Without the help of perception, it is impossible to see what is going on outside. He had no choice but to give up and plan to come back tomorrow in the 100th day.

Yan Wei was about to turn around, but his eyes suddenly stopped on the window.

On the glass full of water droplets, where Yan Wei's face was reflected, an indistinct white face slowly emerged. The face was pale and bloodless, and there were rotten corpse spots on his cheeks, and his eyes were wide open without blinking, without any whites.

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Yan Wei didn't respond, but a chill came from her waist.

He lowered his head.

A bluish-white bluish-white hand with blood on the fingertips stretched out from the back on both sides of his waist. Below, in the shadows cast by the beds on both sides, the same pale hand slowly stretched out from the left rear, about to grab Yan Wei's ankle.

He turned sharply—nothing.