Nightmare Attack

Latest URL: Suddenly, a hand was placed on his fist, and Jiang Cheng was taken aback for a moment.

It was the person sitting opposite him. Slowly, the other person raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face. It was an old lady.

"Don't be impulsive." The old lady lowered her voice, winked at him as she said, and motioned him to look to the side.

It was on the right hand side of Jiangcheng, with an aisle in between, and there was a person with his head down, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

A short blade was pressed under his arm, and circles of white cloth were wrapped around the handle of the short blade.

He is an Oriental.

It looks pretty awesome.

If he rushes, I am afraid he will be caught off guard, and this short blade will penetrate into his back.

The first to notice that the Dongyang guard in Jiangcheng had approached, he stared at Jiangcheng, as if he hadn't seen him before, and there was a suspicion and vicious expression in his eyes.

"He is my son-in-law." The old lady explained, and she was worried that the oriental people would not understand her, and she followed the gestures in her hands.

But obviously, the Oriental people understood, but they didn't believe it very much, because Jiang Cheng was much cleaner than these beggar-like refugees.

Slowly, he grabbed his hand toward the handle of the knife.

"Yes, he is the son-in-law of the Zhou family, and I can testify." Not far away, another man stood up and said.

"Yes, we have all seen him. His name is Liu Ergou and he is the son-in-law of the Zhou family." More and more people stood up to speak for Jiang Cheng, "You can't kill the innocent!"

Everyone's tone was overwhelming with anger, and the fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by anger and unwillingness. At this moment, Jiang Cheng found the key to breaking the game, from everyone's eyes.

This is a belief, or a will.

The middle-aged people around Xia Meng once said that weirdness is different from ghosts. It is not so much a weird existence as it is a will.

The gate inherited by the great priest is a twisted will, and the ability is to bring people into endless despair, just like this journey of going and never returning.

And what can really break it is the unyielding will.

The defeat of the previous great priest caused the backlash by the door in the body, so that he had to find the next heir because of the resistance of countless compatriots in the gold mine.

It is an unyielding will and the backbone of a nation.

But he alone is not enough hope, he wants to arouse the unyielding will of everyone on this train and all the compatriots.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng slowly pulled the old lady's hand away, stood up, and said in a firm and indisputable tone: "First of all thank you, everyone, but I am not called Liu Ergou, and I am not the son-in-law of the Zhou family. I am Jiang Cheng. , To be precise, it is the younger generation of all of you present here."

"I came here because of an accident, but it is more likely that I will die here, just like everyone else."

"But when I think about it, I'm not the same as the predecessors. The same is death. I will never let the other party torment, enslaved, or kill me after insulting."

"And even after killing me, he would point to my corpse and laughed: Look, it's a spineless waste!"

"What would I do?" Jiang Cheng's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the people around him, with a trace of disdain, but also with a look of expectation.

"I will fight them! Even if I die, I won't let these **** be proud!"

"I don't want to be dug out from the soil by my younger generations in a few decades, and still kneel there, raising their hands to give in!"

Jiang Cheng's tone became higher and higher, his voice surging, and he couldn't tell whether he was performing or thinking in his heart.

"I won't let my juniors be ashamed because of me, and they will be poked on their spine and scolded cartilage!"

"I can die, anyone can die, but we will not succumb. We have lived on this land for thousands of years. Why do they kill our compatriots and occupy our land, forcing us to leave our hometown and suffer all the torture? ?"

"Be careful!" A figure suddenly pushed Jiang Cheng away, and a blood line drifted in front of him.

An Oriental guard hiding in the dark turned into anger from shame, and slashed towards Jiangcheng from a tricky angle, but was spotted by the old lady and pushed him away in time.

But the old lady was smashed, and the corpse fell under Jiang Cheng, one head rolled along the ground and hit the wall with a "boom" sound.

A pair of eyes with blood and tears were full of pain and unwillingness.

A similar scene flashed in his mind. Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled that when he first got on the train, there was also an old lady who threw herself under Huai Yi's feet and rolled her head far away.

At that time, they still regarded it as touching porcelain.

"Fight with them!" A little drake voice sounded, and the thin man leaped out of the seat and directly threw himself down on the murderer of the old lady.

If a little spark fell into the dry wood, the originally depressed carriage was instantly ignited.

The anger overwhelmed the fear, and everyone was red-eyed, roaring and rushing to the nearest guard.

Men, women, old people, and half-year-old children...

"Are you going to rebel?" After an Orientalist chopped down a man with a knife, he was yelled at by another man before he could finish his sentence, and then countless people pressed on him.

The crowd was turbulent like a sea wave, and Jiangcheng was the top of the wave.

After cutting down several people in succession, the skilled Toyo swordsman was kicked to the ground by Jiang Cheng. Then the angry people swarmed up and beat him to death with their fists and feet.

Jiang Cheng ignited the anger and unwillingness in everyone's hearts. Soon, the fire began to spread. There were fighting sounds from several cars nearby, as well as deafening roars.

The anger that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts for too long was vented and condensed into a terrible force.

Jiang Cheng took the people, and cleaned one carriage by carriage, and within a short period of time, it almost broke through the entire Mayflower train.

In the penultimate carriage, Jiang Cheng led people to arrest Director Qiao.

He was drilling down the table at the time.

I didn't bother to listen to him explain, Jiang Cheng kicked him to the ground with one kick, and then angry people swarmed up, his fate can be foreseen.

Since ancient times, the fate of the traitor has been the same.

Standing in front of the last carriage, Jiang Cheng stopped.

Killing all the way, he also found some strange places, for example, no matter how much noise in the carriage, he can only be left on the glass of the train.

It was as if everything he experienced was non-existent.

In this weird world, he is the only one who is real, and the rest are nothing but illusory bubbles.

"The rest of the road, I have to go by myself."

Perhaps it was because he understood Jiang Cheng's words, the crowd behind him calmed down, and then a man spoke in a hoarse but firm voice: "Thank you, Jiang Cheng, you gave us a chance to choose again."

Pushing the door in front of him, Jiang Cheng's heart was more heavy.

History cannot be changed. All he can do is lead the grievances on the Mayflower to send out an angry cry buried deep in their hearts.

A dim light hung from the ceiling. In the last carriage, there was only an iron seat on which was a huge scarecrow.

The strange feeling had already faded, and the scarecrow now seemed to be dead.

Whether it was the former lame Liu or the resurrected child, they were nothing but the shell of this scarecrow.

And the meaning of their existence is just to pass the Cao Ren, to be more precise, to continue to pass on the weird and twisted will.

"Stab it."

The grass man split from the middle, and then revealed a face hidden inside.

It's Fu Fu.

At this moment, she was completely wrapped in the grass man, with only one face exposed, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, tore the grass man apart, and took Fu Fu La out, who was unconscious.

Just when he was wondering what to do with the scarecrow, suddenly, the scarecrow's body trembled, and then, slowly dragged into the darkness behind him.

It seems that there are hands there, pulling it.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up faintly.

"none?"

Jiang Cheng immediately understood Wu's plan, and he also focused on this scarecrow, both of which were weird, he would not let go of the opportunity to devour the same kind.

What's more, he still has a comic book that can absorb ghosts and turn them into strange talk~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As the scarecrow's breath completely dissipated, the blood-red eyes stared at the unconscious Fu Fu. But before he could do anything, the originally not very stable space began to tremble.

This was originally a world constructed by a scarecrow, but now the body is taken away by Wu, and the space naturally collapses.

The next second, their feet were empty, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already lying on a piece of grass.

There are trees all around, and the nasal cavity is full of mud.

This is a hillside, which looks familiar.

It's near Greystone Town.

"Doctor!" The fat man's loud voice frightened Jiang Cheng and he immediately turned his head to meet the fat man's big face.

"Doctor, you are really good, we are out!" The fat man said excitedly.

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