Whoosh!
The white scene outside the window quickly passed by the car window. Qin Nuo withdrew his gaze and looked at Fang Ye beside him.
He sat there, picking at the sawdust on the table with a knife in his hand.
Qin Nuo asked, "Do you have any clues about the ghost money?"
"No."
Fang Ye shook his head: "But there's no need to panic. You and I are not the only ones in this carriage who are broke."
Apart from the two of them, the rest of the players were also troubled.
It’s not that they are craving food. Even if they have a choice, they don’t want to touch the disgusting food.
Just after witnessing the tragic deaths of several players, their scalps felt numb. Who knows what the outcome would be without ghost money?
bump!
On the side of the front of the carriage, there was an iron door that was closed. It was the only door that the passengers could open because it was the toilet.
I don’t know if it’s because of the food or a psychological effect, but now the players are lining up and walking into the toilet one after another.
Some people were so frustrated that they still lined up obediently. No one dared to start a conflict in the carriage. Violent behavior would only speed up the end of their gaming journey.
At this moment, a long low humming sound was heard from outside the train, and everyone could clearly feel that the speed of the train was decreasing little by little.
"Looks like we're going into the waiting area."
Qin Nuo looked out the window and said something.
Over there, the players heard some noise and suddenly all returned to their seats obediently.
The iron gate on the right opened, and the old man came back, but the old lady did not appear behind him.
He was hunched over, looking shaky, as if he couldn't withstand the wind, with his hands behind his back, from which hung a pipe.
"Passengers, the train has entered the waiting area. Now it's your free time."
"The carriage door will open and you will have one hour to go out. When you reach your destination, you must return to the carriage. The train waits for no one."
"During this period, this is your only chance to earn ghost money. How you obtain it is up to you. You can use any method you want."
"Ghost notes are important food stamps, and I hope everyone will do their best to obtain them."
After saying that, the old man turned around and went back behind the iron gate.
At this moment, after the train came to a complete stop, the iron door on the other side opened with a bang.
Endless cold wind rushed in like a flood, driving away the foul and stuffy air in the carriage.
"Can we still get outside the train?"
Everyone was stunned.
Looking at the open train door, the players in front made a quick decision and walked out.
"There's only one hour left, hurry up!"
The players behind did not dare to delay and followed him out of the car.
Fang Ye put the knife in his waist and stood up: "Let's go and see what's outside first."
Outside the train, the white fog covering the waiting area gradually dissipated, revealing the appearance of the small area to the players.
There was no one around, the shivering cold air was everywhere, and the white in the distance seemed extremely gloomy.
The white mist dissipated strangely, like a passage guiding them.
The players looked at each other, hesitated, and finally chose to walk towards where the white mist was dispersing.
They didn't dare to walk into places covered with thick fog. If they couldn't get out, and the train left on time, they would be left with nothing.
Qin Nuo and Fang Ye followed at the end. Taking this opportunity, they wanted to see the whole picture of the train, but they found that the white fog had swallowed up all the carriages in front, and only their carriage was clear.
How long is the train?
Nobody knows.
After walking about a hundred meters, the player in front stopped, and Qin Nuo and Fang Ye followed.
A village appeared before them, with yellow mud tile roofs, looking extremely poor, overgrown with weeds, and a thin mist spreading between the houses, making it look desolate.
Like a forgotten village.
"Does anyone still live in a place like this?" a player asked.
"There are no people, but there might be ghosts." said a player.
"In the horror world, where can't we live?" another player followed up.
Many players said nothing and quickened their pace to enter the village. There was only one thing on their minds, and that was ghost money.
The absence of villagers will make things easier for them, allowing them to plunder without restraint!
Nearly a hundred players quickly entered the village. Although the village was desolate, it covered a large area. The players shuttled through the crisscrossing alleys and disappeared in the white fog.
Qin Nuo and Fang Ye walked along the most remote alley.
During this time, I heard some sounds of smashing and breaking.
"Why do we feel like bandits entering the village?" Qin Nuo said.
Fang Ye held up his glasses and looked at the houses on both sides: "There is actually plenty of time. The more anxious you are, the more likely it is that something will go wrong."
Qin Nuo had the same idea as him. When they reached the end of the alley, a potted plant on the fence fell to the ground.
It was smashed to pieces and the black soil was scattered.
Qin Nuo looked up and saw a black cat sitting there, staring at him with a pair of golden eyes.
"It's a black cat again." Qin Nuo muttered. The black cat's eyes made him feel a little creepy. They looked like human eyes.
"What's wrong with the cat?" Fang Ye asked.
"Nothing, I just feel that something interesting will happen when I see this cat." Qin Nuo shook his head.
The black cat suddenly stood up, jumped off the fence, and disappeared into the white mist.
After Fang Ye and the other man turned the corner of the alley, they saw the entrance of a house. The two wooden doors had already rotted away.
"Let's go in and take a look."
The words were an understatement, but the nerves were on edge.
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