Golden Tooth felt a bit panicked. Although Li Changhe treated him well and it was unlikely that he would be tricked, he also didn’t know his real na.
But Golden Tooth had watched in helplessness as his old friend Yang Dong was placed on the throne of ’Eternal God’ during the Great Tang mission.
This wasn’t just a matter of having a na or not anymore, it was a dangerous cause and effect!
Rembering Yang Dong’s confused and vacant expression at that ti, Golden Tooth couldn’t help but feel intimidated.
However, when he thought of Chen Guang... Chen Guang probably wouldn’t care, Golden Tooth thought to himself.
Chen Guang’s reputation wasn’t very good to begin with; many player organizations and plot worlds had wanted posters for him.
Moreover, he’d done plenty of things to earn others’ wrath and had not been spared from punishnts, so he probably wouldn’t mind a few more lice clinging to him.
Of course, while Chen Guang had many faults, so of the things he did were also not wrong.
For example, in a World War II instance mission, he led his teammates to Nanjing on December 5, 1937, and annihilated all of the Japanese forces approaching the city.
Even though it led to the failure of the mission and he himself was severely injured by enemy players, no one from the official team thought he had done the wrong thing.
Afterwards, enemy players involved in the mission spread the story, and so started calling Chen Guang by the Title of Devil King.
It’s always like that, anyone who threatens their interests is the bad guy. When it affects them personally, they have a different narrative.
Chen Tianjiao seed to have encountered a similar situation and was also called the Devil King. Which number was he again?
Golden Tooth was still pondering this.
anwhile, Li Changhe inford He Feng about the official information.
In another carriage, He Feng, who was trading with a few passengers, felt a shift in his thoughts and responded, "If it’s really that old ancestor, then the Real World should be relatively safe. If conflict breaks out, at least we won’t draw out that higher Divinity entity. But, we need to take care of it before the train reaches the final station."
"That’s the idea. All conflicts must be resolved during the journey. I already have so plans," replied Li Changhe. "By the way, how is it going on your end?"
He Feng was in another carriage gathering information from the passengers and trading for skills or equipnt.
"I traded our previous spoils of war for two skills, Revenge Counterattack and ’Hatred Fire,’" He Feng responded. "Also, I learned that before we boarded, so passengers saw a floating half-skull board the train, and the train staff were very cautious and respectful towards it. It must be one of the players offering auction items this ti. I heard it went to carriage number seven, and I’ve already inford Moon God."
"Then let’s see how he handles the negotiations."
If he could directly purchase the ’Philosopher’s Stone,’ Li Changhe wouldn’t need to go looking for the train manager anymore. He could just honestly blow up the train.
"Now that I think about it, if I use Chen Guang’s na... I won’t be able to use my own skills," Li Changhe thought to himself, his battle scenes in the disaster fog having been seen by many players. The descriptions of One-man Army and teor Fall had even been revealed on the forums. Just one look at these skills and others would know it was Li Ba. At this point, using Chen Guang’s na probably wouldn’t work.
"Actually, I have so ideas about this," asked Yun Ting in his mind. "By the way, how much longer until Old Lead’s Reforging is finished?"
Li Changhe glanced at the [Forge] in his consciousness. After extracting skills from Bug’s teeth, he imdiately applied ti acceleration to the [Forge].
Old Lead, which originally needed a long ti to be reforged, now only required one last hour to complete the process.
"I hope Old Lead gains a new ability this ti."
On the other side, the interior of carriage number seven wasn’t like the previous carriages.
It was more like a shop. Cabinets lined the walls, containing jars of a transparent liquid. And within every jar, there were a pair of eyeballs.
Zhao Jiu’s body stiffened. She indeed knew that the ghost train wasn’t a good place, and that most of its passengers were ruthless and cold-hearted.
They would capture novice players, break their limbs to completely remove their ability to resist. Then, drug them into unconsciousness, before taking them onto the train for trafficking player identities.
Those players who were bought would be killed by their buyers, thus obtaining a new player identity.
Others would have their Magic Eyes harvested while still alive from their bodies, to be put into those jars for sale.
In this world, apart from extrely rare cases like Zhao Jiu, every Magic Eye was actually obtained from a player. Each pair of Magic Eyes represents a player who had been killed.
Zhao Jiu looked at the pairs of eyeballs displayed in the instrunts inside carriage number seven, feeling a chill all over her body.
If...if it weren’t for Li Changhe and the others who happened to discover her, her fate might have been the sa.
Her eyes would be gouged out, and then she’d be sold as rchandise.
Especially seeing those players who were selecting Magic Eyes, Zhao Jiu felt like a little lamb that had strayed into a den of wolves.
The nearest custor picking out Magic Eyes wore a white suit, but his face was a blur of blood and flesh. It must be so kind of disguise or mask.
He noticed Zhao Jiu’s gaze, turned around, and looked as if he had pleasantly discovered sothing.
Those blurred blood-flesh eyes gave a cold stare that licked over Zhao Jiu’s body, making her breathing beco sowhat constricted.
"Is this girl... rchandise?" the man in the white suit sinisterly asked. He sensed that Zhao Jiu’s aura was out of place on the train.
Indeed, whether in terms of aura or ntality, Zhao Jiu needed more forging. She naturally differed significantly from the passengers whose hands were stained with blood.
While she was rescuing people tornted by malignant spirits, these individuals might be hunting down weaker players.
Suddenly, gazes from around them fell on her.
Soone laughed and said, "If that’s the case, I would like to buy her. She has a really nice figure, but she clearly is a ticketed passenger."
"Hehehe... If she loses her ticket, that’s a different story," soone said with ill intent.
An attendant by the cabinet glanced at Zhao Jiu and said, "Keep an eye on your ticket. Once you lose your ticket, you are no longer a passenger on the train, nor will you be under the train’s protection."
Every passenger who boards the train is unable to put the train ticket back into their [Backpack].
This was also the reason for the conductor’s warning; if one’s train ticket is stolen or destroyed, then one is no longer under the train’s protection. They would turn from passenger to ’rchandise.’ Therefore, even among passengers there is mutual wariness.
Zhao Jiu didn’t respond, but her heartbeat quickened.
Moon God beside her seed to sense Zhao Jiu’s nervousness and said to the man in the white suit: "So players’ outward brutality and cruelty are actually just a disguise. They rely on it to make others fear them. But once they encounter a real powerhouse, they wouldn’t even have a chance to beg for rcy. Right now, it’s the train ticket that’s saving his sorry life."
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