If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Sir, may I ask..."

"gentlemen……"

The almost completely overlapping voices kept echoing in my ears, and it was another feeling from being besieged by flight attendants before.

The strong malice gathered together in one place, washing away Feng Xue's spirit like a furious wave. The eyes of the pair of eyes that were either calm, confused, numb, or pleading seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. Every eyeball, They all looked into Feng Xue's eyes in a way of ignoring the carriage and all obstacles.

"Fuck!" Feng Xue brushed the ring on her little finger immediately, and the long-haired girl dressed as a swordsman stood beside her, and said in a cold tone:

"Order?"

"Guard."

Feng Xue, who knew the characteristics of the female ghost named Taibai Xingjun, didn't talk nonsense. After uttering two words, she immediately started to move.

Unlike the previous flight attendants, they did not lock themselves through perception or anything like that, and the sense of oppression brought by each individual body was no stronger than that of the flight attendants.

But when it all starts to come together, it's not all about generalizations.

Although these sellers did not take any hostile actions at this moment, the pressure had already begun to urge Feng Xue to respond.

He knew that something would definitely happen if he continued like this, but no matter how he moved, the lines of sight seemed to be able to span the void and always focus on him.

"What the hell are these things?"

Feng Xue was very suspicious of the identity of these sellers at this time, but the sense of urgency that seemed to have the sickle of death on his neck left him no time to think.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a bang exploded beside her ears, and Feng Xue felt that her breathing became stagnant.

He could feel that his body was becoming stiff little by little, his legs began to receive some kind of traction, and he walked towards the car door spontaneously.

"They want me out of the car!"

Although his legs were pulled by some force, Feng Xue did not completely lose control of his body like when he was besieged by the flight attendants before. Seeing his legs walking faster and faster, he gritted his teeth and held the camera on his chest. , took a selfie of himself.

"boom!"

A layer of armor shattered, and Feng Xue rolled more than seven meters along the aisle before hitting the rear of the carriage with a slap.

Before the state of opening his mouth and closing his eyes disappeared, he felt his legs start to lose control again.

Seeing that he had reached the rear of the car, he took a deep breath, performed the lion's roar skill, and said loudly in Bell language:

"Help!"

After the terrifying sound wave was amplified by true energy, it spread along the metal car body towards both ends, but Feng Xue forced a breath, shattering her heart.

boom!

There was another explosion, and Feng Xue fell into a state of opening her mouth and closing her eyes again.

Although this state will cause it to be easy to be pushed up after being resurrected, at this moment, it will undoubtedly delay the time of being controlled by the deliveryman outside the car.

When Feng Xue cut off her heart for the sixth time, a group of Bell men with tall noses and deep eyes, wearing blue police uniforms, rushed out from the joint of the car body. Seeing Feng Xue lying on the ground, they immediately asked:

"What's wrong?"

Feng Xue did not explain, but pointed outside the car and kept saying "Help me!" in Bell dialect.

Several policemen looked outside the car, as if they had noticed something. One of them immediately picked up the whistle and blew it hard, while the rest took out their guns and pointed them outside the car, shouting policeman's words and maintaining Shooting stance.

The voice of "Sir, what do you need" coming from outside the car became chaotic at this moment, losing the almost synchronized state, and Feng Xue also broke free from the strong control.

Soon, the police from the station also gathered one after another, and the sellers gathered outside the car suddenly dispersed, leaving only footprints on the ground, announcing that they had been there.

"Sorry, sir, these sellers are related to some local gangs. They may be planning to do something through you, but please don't worry, our local colleagues will have a good communication with them, and the train will leave soon. , they will not continue to harass you..."

The blond and wavy policewoman in charge comforted Feng Xue sincerely. Feng Xue nodded and stood up, straightened out the inner energy that was originally intended to be used to cut off the heart veins, put away the self-destruct switch at the same time, and stretched out her hand to tidy up her own body. collar.

After being escorted back to her room by several "policewomen", Feng Xue raised her eyebrows slightly because "Lin Jiaxin" was missing again.

"What's going on..." Feng Xue was worried that there was something wrong with this girl, so he immediately sensed the mark on her body, but what made him feel chilled was that the mark's reaction was outside the car.

"Did he die again and enter the refresh process? Or were he 'captured' by those sellers?"

Feng Xue was thinking, but her eyes were looking at the half-pack of Malisin on the bed.

Lin Jiaxin's status in this train...or in this carriage is somewhat special. Compared with the Bread Girl and Mango Girl who are "passengers" and are not human beings, she has been correcting herself.

Although this is also related to the fact that she has been persecuted, Feng Xue feels that as a ghost story, there should not be "meaningless" consumption.

Since Lin Jiaxin keeps evolving, from humans to ghosts, from other people to monsters with the same name, and even into independent individuals with different names, this series of changes is obviously not just to keep people in Feng Xue's carriage.

In other words, in Feng Xue's view, there must be a reason why this strange talk keeps generating new Lin Jiaxin and fine-tuning her settings.

At least Mango Girl and Bread Girl were never refreshed after they were sent to another dimension.

So from this point of view, the fact that the sellers were able to capture Lin Jiaxin violated the original intention of the subject of this strange story. In other words, these sellers and the train may be some kind of antagonistic existence.

"It can't be the seniors who failed the previous challenge, right? There are too many of them!"

Feng Xue overturned this idea almost instantly. After all, it has only been less than fifty years since the emergence of Infinite City. The number of monsters that can become a ghost story, even if you count the stinky fish and rotten shrimps in Hundred Monogatari, is only ten thousand, and it can climb to a hundred There are even fewer layers above.

And there are at least one hundred and eighty people in this delivery truck.

Feng Xue wouldn't believe it if there were so many bosses with the qualifications to challenge the floor masters on this floor.

While Feng Xue was thinking, the door was turned again.

That familiar face appeared in front of him again——

"These people who buy things are going too far. There is no justice in buying and selling! They actually want to buy and sell by force! Fortunately, those policemen are reliable, otherwise we will be in big trouble!"

Watching Lin Jiaxin pick up half a pack of Malinois on the bed and complain while eating, Feng Xue's eyes were cold, because he could clearly feel that the tagged Lin Jiaxin was still outside.