Zhang was so frightened his heart almost stopped. He was pulled away by the person next to him, and as the glass was about to open, that hand reached out.
Mingzhuo pasted a talisman over, and the thing hiding at the door, preparing to launch a sneak attack, immediately lost its ability to move and fell down with a thud.
The once quiet room was suddenly filled with a jumble of noises, followed by tearing, howling, and chewing sounds.
Through the broken window, several people could clearly see a group of "people" who had appeared out of nowhere, dismembering and eating the incapacitated corpse.
The scene before them was like hell on earth; those with low psychological tolerance had already begun to vomit.
Mingzhuo had already anticipated this, so he didn't go to check.
Just hearing the sound is disgusting enough; is this even human?
These people may have been tricked, or they may have changed their minds at the last minute and were unwilling to sell their blood relatives' lives, and ended up being trapped on the train.
The "gods" refuse to grant wishes to those who are not sincere, trapping them on this train forever.
Those ghosts don't need to do anything; people who are starving will voluntarily abandon all propriety, righteousness, shame, and morality, just like four-legged beasts.
To them, their companions were nothing more than food.
Even so, they were still hungry; this hunger was etched into their very souls.
In addition, the atmosphere here is not right. The souls of the dead cannot leave their bodies and do not know that they are dead. They only have the obsession before death, desperately wanting to live.
At this point, any meat placed in front of them would drive them crazy.
A group of people stood separated by a door, listening to the chewing sounds on the other side, and felt a chill run down their spines.
He Wangyao suddenly remembered that the thing Hou Linhao had offered before had also attacked them with a bunch of severed limbs and organs.
So that's how these limbs came to be.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of the door being pounded on woke everyone up.
Countless hands reached out from the gaping door, their eyes revealing a hint of drooling and greed.
He Wangyao knew better than anyone what that look meant: "Oh no, those things have already whetted their appetites! In their eyes, we're just pieces of meat."
The cameraman, who had just been rushing forward to capture more horrifying shots, was suddenly frightened and retreated.
The banging on the door grew more and more intense; the door wouldn't hold for much longer!
They wanted to go back to the previous carriage, but found that the carriage door was closed and could not be opened at all.
Chu Yuqi: "See? This is the result of refusing to make a wish."
Those who made a wish would get off the bus with a piece of white bone, and afterwards everything they did would go smoothly and they would have great fortune.
Those who don't know what's good for them will remain on the train forever, becoming these inhuman monsters.
It's not that no esoteric masters have discovered the problem with the wishing train over the past hundred years, but rather that those who boarded the train either made a deal with the ghosts or betrayed their blood relatives, so why would they reveal the truth?
Either they're completely trapped in the car and can never get off, so they naturally won't have a chance to speak.
"What should we do now?" The group of people turned pale with fright; they had underestimated the difficulty of this mission.
We can't get in touch with the production team now, and without Professor Luo's guidance, everyone is panicking.
Zhang Xian: "Can we make a wish now? What's the procedure, and how do I do it?"
Chu Yuqi was getting a little frustrated. "The door's closed, they obviously won't give us a chance. How am I supposed to know what to do!"
She looked at Mingzhuo and thought to herself, "Aren't you very capable? Aren't you very resourceful? Then why don't you break the deadlock?"
Everyone else also turned their attention to Mingzhuo.
Mingzhuo turned and walked towards carriage number 6. "Simple, just let them pass on to the afterlife."
She knew perfectly well that she couldn't just kill all the living dead inside.
Many of them are Taoist priests, Taoist masters, or Buddhist monks. Over the past hundred years, only one or two people have gone missing each year. When placed in the context of a large number of people, this does not seem so conspicuous.
Besides, once you get on the train, you don't die immediately; it takes some time before you pass away. If someone were to set a trap, there would be no way to investigate.
She soon stood in front of the door.
The undead inside became even more excited upon smelling the scent of living people, and the iron door was about to give way.
Mingzhuo saw ashes from burnt talismans at the connection between the carriages, indicating that someone had once stood there, intending to perform a ritual to help these living dead find peace.
However, it was clearly unsuccessful, and it's unknown whether he ultimately became one of the living dead.
Mingzhuo even saw a familiar face among those faces twisted to nothing but bestiality: "Uncle?"
He Wangyao: "What uncle? Does the eldest brother have an uncle?"
Mingzhuo quickly regained his composure. "No, he's Li Wenhe's uncle."
She had met him a few times, and only remembered that he was a carefree Taoist priest who said, "Since you are Li Wenhe's boss, then call me uncle."
He later disappeared. Li Wenhe was a deep thinker and never showed any sadness or grief.
But Mingzhuo knew that his uncle was a very important relative to Li Wenhe.
Mingzhuo handed the bag to He Wangyao, "Yaoyao, set up an altar and perform a ritual to help the souls of the dead find peace."
Chu Yuqi frowned. The atmosphere here was off. Even if an execution ground was set up, it wouldn't make a difference, right?
He Wangyao, however, began to set up the ritual in a very serious manner. Although the conditions were simple and she did not wear any ceremonial robes, she solemnly began to perform the ritual steps.
He had been learning from Li Wenhe for so long, and this was the only program he had mastered the best; every movement of his was full of rhythm and sacredness.
He Wangyao remarked at the time that perhaps it was because she had spent so much time with the ethereal A Xu that she had finally acquired a touch of his ethereal aura.
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