The voice lingering in Zhao Yi's ear possessed a magical power.
It seed to have so control over the player's actions.
Zhao Yi's fingers involuntarily touched the zipper of the suitcase.
The eerie voice kept urging Zhao Yi to open the black suitcase, but his hand remained still on the zipper.
Gradually, the voice grew impatient, but Zhao Yi was as stubborn as a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Eventually, Zhao Yi even stood up, ignoring the voice entirely, and walked towards the fifth carriage.
Behind him, a small, twisted black shadow watched Zhao Yi's back with extre resentnt in its eyes!
Its shadow slowly dissipated, but before long, Zhao Yi unexpectedly returned to the carriage in reverse!
His hand, once again as if guided by so unseen force, touched the black suitcase.
The eerie shadow reappeared as expected, a delighted smile on its pale, cold face, standing behind Zhao Yi, tilting its head and shouting:
"Yes, just like that! Open it!!!"
"Op—"
The voice abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
The developnt of the situation seed to differ sowhat from its expectations.
In front of it, Zhao Yi's left hand gently caressed the black suitcase, while his right hand suddenly pulled out a gleaming scalpel!
He flashed a bright smile and then stabbed fiercely into the suitcase!
Squelch!
With the first stab, he clearly felt it sink into a pile of sludge, and then putrid blood began to seep out through the seams!
The black suitcase thumped and struggled violently!
Zhao Yi gripped the scalpel tightly and began to stab precisely and frantically along the small gap!
With a strength of 21 points, his hand speed was faster than many hobound novelists' phase rush, and each stab of the scalpel hit the sa spot accurately!
For other players, this kind of attack would have little effect on specters or monsters with strong vitality.
But Zhao Yi was different.
His Soul Weapon had slight chaos damage!
Although he didn't know the exact value of this damage, judging by the amount of blood splattering with each attack, this slight chaos damage was already enough!
Since this specter couldn't co out on its own... Zhao Yi had no reason to hold back!
After over a thousand stabs, Zhao Yi finally heard the system notification in his ear!
[Congratulations on killing the Vengeful Ghost, Soul Weapon has been enhanced]
[Attempting to reconstruct Evil Deity ... 0.02%... Reconstruction failed, insufficient energy, please keep trying...]
[From this reconstruction, you gained 4 Strength, and your Soul Weapon acquired a slight chaotic power]
"Is it finally dead?"
From the black suitcase, a large amount of putrid blood seeped through the seams, staining Zhao Yi's body and face.
The eerie voice in his ear had disappeared at so point.
The ghostly shadow close to him cautiously retreated, seemingly afraid of disturbing the silent Zhao Yi... However, it accidentally made a small noise.
The ghost shadow instantly tensed up!
It held its breath, not daring to exhale.
Yet Zhao Yi, holding the scalpel, slowly turned around.
His blood-stained face bore a strange smile, and his eyes glowed red.
He looked like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell!
The floating black shadow was so frightened by Zhao Yi's expression that it fell to the ground, scrambling backward!
"You... you, don't co any closer!"
The ghost retreated frantically, its heart leaping to its throat as Zhao Yi approached step by step!
Damn it!
What kind of person is this?
Damn it, why is he so fierce!
Is he going to kill ?
Finally, it was cornered by Zhao Yi into a dead end of the sixth carriage, its back pressed tightly against the wall, trembling!
As Zhao Yi got closer, he finally saw the ghost's appearance.
It was a little girl.
She looked very cute, but also a bit not cute.
"Woo woo woo..."
She curled up in a corner, sobbing softly.
"I didn't an to harm you, I was forced..."
Zhao Yi stepped forward, put away the scalpel, and patted her head, comforting her:
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."
The little ghost girl looked up with tearful eyes, her pale, decaying face appearing so aggrieved at that mont.
"Really, uncle?"
A vein popped on Zhao Yi's forehead, and he suddenly grabbed the ghost girl's neck.
"You damn... call brother!"
The little ghost girl quickly corrected herself.
"Brother!"
Zhao Yi imdiately wore a loving expression, released his grip, and gently patted her head.
"That's better. Let ask you, what happened on this train before?"
The little ghost girl bit her lip, her face pale.
"I... I can't say!"
"It... it watches , if I say anything, it will sense it imdiately!"
Zhao Yi squinted his eyes.
"Who is 'it'?"
The little ghost girl shook her head, trembling violently!
"The textbook on page thirty-eight of 'Teacher's Talk' taught us that secrets shouldn't be casually told to others."
"I'm a good child, I can't speak ill!"
Zhao Yi glanced at the graffiti-covered textbook beside the suitcase, patted the little ghost girl's head.
"Brother understands, if you don't want to say, brother won't ask."
He turned around, approached the black suitcase, tossed the textbook into his storage space, and packed other items into the tattered backpack, placing scattered pens into the pencil case.
Then Zhao Yi stood up, returned the backpack to the little ghost girl, and smiled:
"Don't throw your things around, or you'll cry when you can't find them later."
The little ghost girl froze for a mont, awkwardly accepting the worn backpack Zhao Yi handed her, hugging it to her chest.
She lowered her head, her hair covering her face, lost in thought.
Zhao Yi turned to leave for the fifth carriage, the little ghost girl called out as she watched his back:
"Thank you, brother!"
Zhao Yi turned back, smiling slightly.
"You're welco."
The little ghost girl looked conflicted, but finally gritted her teeth and said:
"Brother, go to the first carriage!"
Zhao Yi paused for a mont, then waved at the little ghost girl.
"Got it!"
Watching Zhao Yi leave the sixth carriage and enter the black mist of the fifth carriage, the little ghost girl's gaze returned to the black suitcase, hugging her worn backpack tightly, tears of blood streaming down...
...
Between the sixth and fifth carriages, there was a short walkway.
Old green trains were like this.
After leaving the sixth carriage, Zhao Yi took out the little girl's textbook and turned to page 38.
Sure enough, there was an article titled "Teacher's Talk."
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It was covered with dense notes in four different colored pens.
At first glance, it seed like nothing, but after scanning it several tis, Zhao Yi discovered the hidden ssage.
The circled words in the sa color could be pieced together to form a sentence.
...
[The control room has the latest morning paper and map.]
[Starting the train requires diesel.]
[Do not go to the driver's cabin.]
[It will keep watching you!]
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