Heijiji thought for a moment, then pointed at Zhao Hao and said, "Little brother, how about you be called Cuihua?"
"Huh!?" Zhao Hao was completely dumbfounded.
"Hey bro, think about it. You're a man, so your code name has to be the opposite. The name Cuihua has absolutely nothing to do with you."
“That’s right!” Zhao Hao’s eyes lit up: “From now on, my name will be Cuihua.”
"What about me?" the fat man asked, his voice tinged with anticipation and nervousness.
"You shall be called Qiu Xiang."
"Great name! I'm sure no one would associate this name with me."
At this moment, Heijiji turned his attention to Fang Xiu: "Brother Xiu, why don't you come up with a code name too? You're so manly, let me think of one, or maybe just call yourself..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Xiu interrupted her with a calm voice: "It seems you still don't learn your lesson."
Blackie immediately pouted, "Brother Xiu, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just thinking about your safety. If you don't want to call for help..."
"A liar will swallow a thousand needles."
The calm words exploded in Heijiji's heart like a thunderclap, immediately stirring up a tidal wave of emotions within her.
How did he know I dreamt about that line?!
Was it a coincidence? Or was it intentional?
Blackie's gaze immediately became wary.
But she said, sounding aggrieved, "Brother Xiu, what are you saying? I didn't lie, I just..."
"We've arrived at the Drum Tower," Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out.
Only then did everyone realize that the Drum Tower Station, which had been flashing an eerie green light, had now turned a scarlet blood color.
Moreover, it was obvious that the ghost train began to slow down.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they hurriedly looked out the car window. What had been pitch black outside the window was now a faint light in the far distance.
As the train drew closer, everyone finally saw what the light was: a solitary wooden drum tower, with torches burning inside, their faint light barely illuminating it.
All around it, where the firelight couldn't reach, was a bottomless darkness.
The Drum Tower stood alone in the darkness, utterly silent.
The appearance of such a strange building in the darkness would send chills down anyone's spine, especially if they were on a train full of eerie structures.
Gradually, the eerie train stopped near the Drum Tower.
Bang!
The car door, which had been stuck before, suddenly swung open.
It seemed to be a suggestion for everyone to get off the bus.
But the problem was that getting off the bus meant facing this eerie drum tower, and everyone was unsure what to do, so they all looked at Fang Xiu.
"Brother Hugh, should we get off the bus?"
"The train has arrived at the station, why don't you get off?" Fang Xiu stared intently at the Drum Tower, the Taotie's mouth on his left palm throbbing with anticipation.
Just then, a cold and terrifying atmosphere suddenly filled the train. The atmosphere was invisible and intangible, but it was chilling, as if a pair of invisible hands were caressing your skin.
Everyone was instantly shocked.
"My spirituality has been frozen!" Bai Qi's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
"Mine too!"
"Not only is their spirituality frozen, but their abilities are also rendered useless."
Fang Xiu felt a slight unease. He discovered that his spirituality had also been frozen. When he tried to use the strange power, he was unable to do so either.
This is the power of the eerie train!
It can actually suppress spirit masters and even strange powers.
Moreover, as time went on, everyone felt colder and colder, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their blood seemed to be freezing.
Heijiji exclaimed, "This strange train has the power to freeze everything. If this continues, we will freeze to death. It is urging us to get off the train."
"Let's go." Fang Xiu took the lead and got off the train.
The moment he stepped off the train, the power that had frozen everything vanished, his body slowly regained its vitality, and his mind became active again.
This only made him more curious about the Ghost Train. If the Ghost Train was indeed strange, then it was at least an S-class train.
Even with his current strength and the enhancement of the Primal Mask, he could still be suppressed and frozen, which is enough to show how powerful the Ghost Train is.
"My spirituality has been restored!"
Everyone followed Fang Xiu out of the car.
"It seems we only have one path left. Going back to the Ghost Train now means certain death, so we have no choice but to go to the Drum Tower," Yang Ming said solemnly.
Heijiji, however, offered a different opinion.
"Why do we have to go to the Drum Tower? It's dark around here, but it seems to be an open space. Why don't we walk around in the dark and get away from the Drum Tower? After all, the Drum Tower looks very eerie."
"Whatever you do, don't go into the darkness around you!" the fat man shouted as if he had been frightened.
"My ability is teleportation. As my strength has increased, I can now sense spatial fluctuations to some extent. There are spatial turbulence everywhere in this darkness; going in would definitely mean certain death!"
"Spatial turbulence? Fatty, are you sure your perception is correct?"
The fat man nodded, his face pale: "It can't be wrong. The space in the dark is chaotic. Once you go in, you may never be able to come out again, and you may even be strangled by the spatial turbulence."
Suddenly, a heavy, slow, yet eerily rhythmic drumbeat rang out from the Drum Tower.
In the darkness, a sinister smile unconsciously crept onto Fang Xiu's lips: "It seems the owner of the Drum Tower is welcoming us."
Then he walked straight toward the Drum Tower.
Seeing this, everyone quickly followed.
Fang Xiu followed the direction of the drumbeats and soon entered the Drum Tower.
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