[Welcome dear temporary passengers to board the Screaming Train. This train will pass through [The Only Oasis] and arrive at the final stop [The Forgotten Aspic]]

The train sped through the dark tunnel. The players who were ready to go in the carriage were silent, and everyone stared at his or her fingers.

Until the train began to slow down and hovered on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

Unsure what was going on, they turned their eyes and looked around—

The train doors opened and closed, and people sat in the seats that were originally empty, and a few people stood in the aisles between the seats.

The vast majority of people getting on the train at the middle platform were newcomers, with fear and curiosity on their faces, and they kept chattering.

"Where is this?! Let me off the train! I don't want to die!" Cries of surprise came from the crowd, and they all took a few steps back. In the empty aisle, a mentally collapsed man banged his head against the train door.

The muffled thuds made people feel nervous.

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, his head was bleeding, and the sticky blood was all over the glass, but he felt no pain.

The man's bloodshot eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, his legs went limp, and before he passed out, he still bent his arms and mechanically knocked on the car board.

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The newcomer, who was shocked by the scene, screamed out loud, and the old players, who were used to it, glared at him fiercely: "Shut up! It's so noisy!"

I didn't expect someone to be so cold-blooded. The girl covered her mouth in disbelief: "He's dead! He's dying! Why don't you save him?!"

"Where's the train attendant?! Where's the conductor?!"

"He committed suicide! Someone come quickly, save him!"

The panicked young man walked up to support the bloody man who had fallen face first onto the ground, but he did not expect that as soon as his fingers touched his shoulder, the flesh under his hands suddenly trembled.

The young man thought he was still alive, and just as he turned his head, his fingers were grasped tightly and twisted into a distorted shape.

The young man's finger bones were broken one by one, and the pain made his face turn pale instantly, and he let out painful howls.

No one expected that the man who was covered in blood and unconscious from blood loss would slowly raise his head at this time, and his neck made a creepy crisp sound as he twisted his neck.

The crowd that was originally making a lot of noise seemed to have its power cut off, and they stared at the man in complete silence.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on his bloodstained suit with his hand, and picked up the broken glasses frame before standing up. The man slowly put them on his nose, completely ignoring the blood dripping from his forehead.

The conductor 666 gracefully took off his air cap and bowed slightly to the pale-faced people.

When he stood up again, he had a distant smile on his face: "Everyone, welcome aboard the Scream Train. I am conductor 666 of H203."

Hearing this, someone in the crowd suddenly burst into laughter: "...666...I'm still counting 777...888..."

Being disrespectful to the conductor is a big taboo on Screaming Train.

The old players sitting in their seats glanced at them indifferently, and when they heard the laughter of those disrespectful people, they laughed at them.

As expected.

666's half-smiley eyes were completely cold and stared straight at the huge crowd.

The timid man had just swallowed his saliva when he heard a scream behind him.

Following the sound, I saw three little hooligans covering their hearts, their bodies twitching, their legs limp as they fell to the ground, rolling on the ground.

666 withdrew his gaze, and the three of them covered their necks, scratched their throats hard, and vomited out a large pool of mucus before they gasped for breath.

It was like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Seeing the three people escaping death, the newcomers who had not taken it seriously at first gradually changed their expressions and their pupils contracted rapidly.

Who the hell could have thought that something magical would unfold so vividly before our eyes, and life would be like an ant in 666's hands.

He just needs to wave his hand and move his eyelids.

It could easily take their lives.

666 is very satisfied with one thing about humans - they know what's appropriate.

Blood dripped from the corners of his clothes, and his face turned a stiff blue. The happier 666 smiled, the happier he became. He curled his lips gently and said, "There will be a train elimination match in [The Only Oasis]. I hope you can kill as many train members as possible except for yourselves."

666 was talking over there, and Lu Zhi was listening in a disjointed manner. Suddenly, he felt a gaze falling on him, which was so strong that he could not ignore it.

She followed her gaze and saw Lu Yao, who was sitting not far away, proudly raising her chin and looking at her with contempt and complacency.

Lu Zhi thought about it and curled his lips in a sneer.

Being treated as Lu Yao's imaginary enemy all the time was tiring. She didn't have any feelings for Li Haoyu other than friendship, not to mention that their relationship could not be considered as friendship.

Lu Zhi turned a blind eye to her pride and provocation.

This made Lu Yao's raised eyebrows fall, as if she had thrown a heavy punch but hit cotton. Not only did it not hurt her, but it made her feel disgusted.

The hands hanging by her side kept tightening, Lu Yao concealed her sinister eyes, and kept calculating in her mind how to make sure Lu Zhi would not be able to return from this fight without anyone noticing.

Qiao Bo was beaten half to a pulp by the men arranged by Li Haoyu, and was thrown into some corner to fend for himself.

Without a suitable weapon, Lu Yao had to think twice before taking action.

But soon, 666 personally brought what she wanted to Lu Yao.

Seeing that everyone had stopped making noises, 666 nodded in satisfaction, swung his slightly stiff arms and clapped in the air: "Good luck to you."

The food cart that was standing upside down on the roof was dripping dark and smelly blood, and a chill filled the empty aisle.

As the food cart moved overhead, bloody footprints appeared on the floor beside the player's feet. An invisible person limped forward barefoot, leaving some deep and some shallow bloody footprints.

The player who passed by her felt a chill on the tip of his nose. He raised his hand to wipe it but got his hands covered in blood. Then he looked up to see an upside-down rotten head.

The skin on his head and face was highly rotten, and when he raised his mouth, disgusting maggots and pieces of meat fell out. "The tableware you requested, sir."

Although they are called tableware, they are actually props given by the train conductor 666 for a limited time.

Some people are a pair of running shoes, some are a pair of wings, and some are a submachine gun... In short, there are very few repetitions.

The sturdy man who got the submachine gun slammed the table and stood up, scaring the people around him so much that they trembled all over. Before they could even finish cursing, he shot them in the head.

The bullets flew through the air at high speed, creating sparks from friction.

The sturdy man with antisocial personality gave a cruel and bloodthirsty grin: "Go to hell!"

He was breathing heavily with excitement, and his eyes were full of malice directed at the conductor 666 who had been staring at him quietly from the beginning.

"What a lousy conductor! I'm going to kill you too!"

The ferocious smile on the sturdy man's face fell after 666 disappeared.

A strong and dangerous aura clung to his skin, and the hair on his neck and back stood up. He turned around with a start, and his throat hit 666's cold palm.

Even though his throat was grabbed, the sturdy man didn't panic at all. He pulled the trigger and shot at him.

Most people would have been riddled with bullets, but 666 was not only fine, he even raised his lips slightly and tightened his grip again and again.

The sturdy man finally realized that he was overestimating his own abilities. His face turned red and purple, and his bulging muscles made him look fatter than the skinny 666, but he didn't get any benefits.

“Ahem…I was wrong…let me go…!”

666 had never been provoked like this before. He took back what he said. Humans were really good at disguising themselves and were so cunning that they even dared to challenge authority.