First, I lack the methods to find ghosts;

Secondly, he himself did not have the ability to leave behind any ghosts.

Therefore, Fang Zong was extremely grateful for the Netherworld Train's door-to-door service.

It's free.

"Dingdang, your ability to touch the Netherworld Train has increased your impact ability by 1."

"Doublekill! The ability to touch the Netherworld Train increases impact ability by 1."

"Triblekill! Red Hand Triple Strike, touched the Nether Train's ability, Impact Ability +1. Congratulations Summoner on your rampage!"

In an instant, Fang Zong's skin became even more delicate and firm. His bones and tendons seemed to be connected like a great dragon, and looking at the train carriages, it felt as if he could smash through them with a little force.

Power erupts within me!

Fang Zong was happy and raised an eyebrow.

Because she has her natal item, Laura has a high probability of getting a power from the Soul Slave, but the Netherworld Train is different. The probability of getting a triple lucky strike is not much higher than winning the lottery.

"Thank you." What else could I say? I could only express my gratitude.

Fang Zong sincerely thanked the 'girl' in front of him.

Ghost Train: "..."

Suddenly, the girl roared to the sky, her long hair flying wildly, her skin cracking all over her body, and blood splattering everywhere.

The 'people' in the train jumped up from their seats, climbed through the windows, clung to the ceiling, or scrambled up from the floor, quickly engulfing Fang Zong.

"Dingdang, you have been attacked by a ghost puppet. You have touched Yin energy +1."

"Dingdang, you have been attacked by a ghost puppet and touched yin energy..."

Countless tinkling sounds rang out, almost overlapping each other, and the ghost puppet that had engulfed Fang Zong quickly dissipated, turning into worthless ordinary Yin energy.

Fang Zong was not surprised at all. He smiled and extended his hand to the girl in front of him...

"Dingdang, remind the summoner, the delicious cake has run away, run away, run away."

Fang Zong: "..."

Everything was quiet, as if they had entered a tunnel. It was pitch black outside, and the train's lights were also very dim. Fang Zong opened his phone to look at the information about the Netherworld Train.

In 2015, a train bound for the town of Carmel derailed, killing 127 people.

What started as a serious traffic accident turned into a series of bizarre incidents. Passengers began disappearing one after another. The missing people included men and women, young and old, with no common traits whatsoever. Yet, in each case, dismembered limbs were found inside the tunnel, their deaths gruesome and often unresolved, a truly terrifying sight.

Police officers had gone in to investigate, but they never came out, and this went on for four years.

Four years? So he was already very powerful before the resurgence of ghostly energy?

You're so capable, you ran away?

Fang Zong was speechless.

This guy is so smart!

...

My name is Nami, and I am... I don't even know what I am.

I only hate the injustice of heaven. In the train's restroom, suddenly everything went upside down. In the cramped space, I was flipped over and my body was smashed to pieces.

Why am I the only one?

Why am I the only one who died?!

The lights in the train carriage's restrooms flickered on and off, and it was quite dilapidated.

Nami stood by the sink, turned on the tap, and blackish-red blood flowed out. In the mirror, behind her, appeared a hideous face, with pale bones and twisted flesh pressed together, revealing deep hatred.

Why am I the only one?

Why am I the only one who died?!

Nami had only one thought in mind. Although she knew that everyone in the carriage was dead, and she wasn't the only one who had died, they had already become ghosts, so who cared?

All she wanted was for the living to come and keep her company!

Hatred churned in my mind and boiled in my chest.

Then... "Ta-da!"

Someone knocked on the door.

Nami suddenly shuddered.

"Excuse me, don't take up the restroom, I'm in a hurry."

At the entrance of the restroom, Fang Zong, dressed in a black suit that was already dry and wearing shiny leather shoes, knocked slowly on the door, speaking in a hurry but with great gentlemanly manners.

Since the accident occurred in one section of the train car, the only place where a ghost could hide is the toilet.

It was completely quiet inside.

"Is nobody here? Then I'll go in. Lift up your skirt. Of course, I don't mind watching from the sidelines."

Fang Zong smiled and began to exert force with his feet.

Ability — Impact!

In an instant, the refined gentleman swayed his shoulders forward and charged forward like a bull. He was so fast that the toilet door shattered, and before he could stop, he smashed the sink inside.

"Hi." Fang Zong greeted Nami and brushed the powder off his shoulder from the sink.

Nami remained silent.

"You take a really long time in the bathroom," Fang Zong said to Nami with a smile.

Nami remained silent, stepping back until her back was pressed against the wall of the carriage, which had a small window.

"If I touch her, will I be able to easily sense her abilities?" Fang Zong asked.

Ninth Sister scoffed at Fang Zong's common-sense question: "It should be that the whole carriage is full of ghosts, and she is the core of the ghosts. If you touch her, it's like stripping her naked and shaking out all her things. Of course, you can pick the best ones."

What are we waiting for? Let's get going!

Fang Zong remained silent and directly reached out to touch it.

"Dingdang, your ability to touch the Netherworld Train has been increased by 1 for impact."

"Doublekill! The ability to touch the Netherworld Train, impact +1."

"Triblekill! Red Hand Triple Strike, touched the Nether Train's ability, Impact +1. Congratulations Summoner on your rampage!"

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