Kaidan Game Train: A Chapter 860 - 860 860 Mysterious Death

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860: Chapter 860: Mysterious Death

“But Xu Huo’s Evolution Rate had indeed increased, and just like the last ti, it had gone up by 10 percentage points.

It couldn’t really be Dr.

Wu tampering with the Potion, could it?”

“Of course, it might not necessarily be the Potion’s issue.

The Holy Sword Society players had left a branding on him before, and the other party was also a Super Evolver, who might have other tricks up their sleeve.”

Xu Huo looked up at the Broken Finger player in front of him; he too was resting.

Xu Jinfeng, on the other hand, suddenly jolted awake after dozing off for a while and, noticing Xu Huo was also not asleep, shifted his body to avoid facing him directly.

Xu Huo squinted for a bit and it was ti; the people in the carriage alternated resting.

He stood up to stretch and walked to the back of the carriage to light a cigarette.

The rising smoke slightly blurred his vision; he looked over the people in the carriage one by one and, seeing the player who was always clutching a cigarette staring at him, handed over the half pack he had left.

That person took it and ca to stand beside him to smoke, before revealing his identity, “You Si.”

The two didn’t engage in idle chat.

After finishing their cigarettes, they each returned to their seats.

Just before lights out, the players in the carriage began taking their Potion.

“I can’t hold out, and I can’t sleep during the day, so might as well pop so pills,” Xiao Xianglin said to Xu Huo with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, brother, I’ll definitely call you if you accidentally fall asleep.”

Outside, the sky quickly darkened, and within a few breaths, it had plunged into total darkness.

During the day, Xu Huo had switched places with Xiao Xianglin, settling himself by the window.

He observed the other players in the dark.

Aside from the man in the raincoat, everyone else was on alert as well.

“…They say Wang Sen had just escaped from the Chaos Burial Mounds and without pause, hopped onto the last bus stopped at the station.

Shivering, he fished out two bucks to throw into the fare box, just looking for a seat to pound his constantly trembling thigh when he heard the driver say, ‘Young man, your money is no good.'”

Click.

The female player stopped her watch.

After a while, Xiao Xianglin asked, “Why’d you stop it?”

“I’m afraid of disturbing everyone’s rest,” the female player said with a laugh.

“Why don’t you keep playing it,” Xiao Xianglin suggested eagerly, “Why is his money no good?”

The female player resud the story, “Paper Money that’s only worth two bucks could be counterfeit?

Even for forgeries, they usually make hundreds!

Wang Sen was just about to argue when he heard the driver say again, ‘If you don’t have money, get off the bus.'”

“Wang Sen refused to get off.

From a distance, he could see ghostly fires flickering in the deep forest, seemingly drawing nearer, so he hugged the seat and shalessly said, ‘I’ll give you a hundred later, I’m not getting off, not even if I die!'”

“As the bus started moving and the Chaos Burial Mounds got farther and farther away, Wang Sen breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned back to look towards the fare box, only to find that aside from the two pieces of paper money he had thrown in, all the rest were also Paper Money!”

“Turning his gaze to the driver’s seat, he saw the driver motionless as if he were a dummy, yet the bus was able to turn by itself, and there were even a few figures waving to hail the bus ahead, waving Paper Money in their hands!”

“Wang Sen’s heart was pounding with fear.

He dared not scream and reached out to open the window.

However, the dozen passengers sitting behind him simultaneously stretched their heads out, and from the back seat ca a ghastly pale hand grabbing his shoulder: ‘Yo, we’ve still got a living one here!'”

The story ca to an abrupt stop, and the female player clapped with delight: “Thrilling!”

The rhythm escalated to its peak then abruptly halted, leaving only endless imagination.

“This ghost story is so boring, with no head or tail—what’s the point?” Xiao Xianglin grumbled.

“The ending is sothing everyone can guess; it’s not interesting to just blurt it out,” the female gar said, clearly engaged in the conversation, “Just like reading a novel, the process that leads to the protagonist’s ending is more intriguing than the ending itself.

Anyway, I know he’s going to die.”

“No, it’s not…” Xu Jinfeng suddenly said, “Is there sothing wrong with my eyes?

I thought I saw soone outside waving at us.”

“How could soone be waving at us near the tracks?” Despite knowing it was unlikely, everyone instinctively followed his gaze; the track outside was pitch-dark, and the scenery was no different from the places they had passed during the day.

“I really saw it, two people, holding paper money.” Xu Jinfeng stood up abruptly and pointed at the female gar, “It was your doing!”

“Use your brain; I told the ghost story in front of everyone.” The female gar looked around warily, “Another hallucination following the deep sleep?”

“Ahh…” A piercing scream suddenly ca from ahead, followed by the sealed door of the front carriage being opened.

A blood-soaked gar threw himself onto the front door of the carriage where Xu Huo was, desperately pounding on the window, “Open the door!

Help!”

The female gar and the burly gar sitting in the front imdiately moved back.

Locked doors might not be secure, but at that ti, no one was going to actually go up and block the door.

However, the next second, the person at the front door vanished as if dragged away, disappearing downward.

The burly gar, who was close by, leaned in to take a look, and then said, “He’s dead.”

When the person was dragged away, they had already lost all life signs; it wasn’t clear what had dragged them, but the skin on their back, from the shoulder to the buttocks, had been completely peeled off.

Following that, there was silence from the front.

For safety, Xu Huo and the burly gar moved two tables together to block the door.

“What’s the use of two wooden boards?” the female gar said.

“It’s better than doing nothing,” Xu Huo replied.

Xiao Xianglin and Xu Jinfeng also thought his words made sense and ca over with props to help nail the tables to the carriage wall.

They simply did not sit any longer, standing by the front door until daylight.

As the light started filtering in, Xu Huo was the first to go check the front carriage.

The door had not been properly closed the night before; as soon as he pulled it open, another player approached the front door of the carriage—it was the one they had seen ditating cross-legged in a carriage before.

As they faced each other, they each started to inspect the condition of this carriage.

All the gars in this carriage were dead.

The bodies from the first night were piled in the corner, covered with a white cloth, all dead from bladed weapons, their deaths not too grueso, with no dismbernt.

But the ones who had died last night were a bit more tragic.

Two people had been chopped into three sections, organs spilled all over the place.

One seed to have been bitten to death while still alive, with the right side of the face, the neck missing, and a hole in the chest where the heart should be—gone—the remaining half face with eyes wide in rage, as if the emotion from the mont before death had not yet dissipated.

There was also the one from last night whose back had been skinned; he lay in the middle of the aisle, with drag marks still visible in the blood in front.

Xu Huo walked in to check his body, finding no scratch or strangulation marks, but the body lying next to him was full of bite and scratch marks, with both arms’ veins ruptured, leaving behind a large pool of coagulated blood.

After examining the body, Xu Huo slightly furrowed his brow: the cause of death was actually excessive blood loss.