When Zhao Quan finished speaking, he looked very passionate, as if he had done something great.
The carriage was silent for two seconds.
A middle-aged man's expression froze. He suddenly stood up and grabbed a small paper man. He tore it into pieces with all his strength, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it twice.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"I'm fine, haha, I'm fine. I believe what Miss Su and this warrior said. We can't just sit in the carriage and wait for death. We have to take the initiative and fight to survive."
As he spoke, he brought his school bag to Su Rui and asked flatteringly, "Miss Su, what can we do to break through this blood wall?"
Although the others did not move, they couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen.
"The thing wrapped around the train is a strange weapon. Ordinary people cannot destroy it. Only a strange weapon or a strange master can damage it. Now, how many of you are willing to follow me? Stand up!"
Dozens of people looked at each other, all hesitant.
Until a young man stood up and stepped forward, others who wanted to stand up took the example and stood up one after another.
Li Shu saw that nearly half of the people in the carriage were standing up.
Although not all of them, the number is still considerable.
"You did well."
Su Rui patted Zhao Quan on the shoulder and praised him, then looked at the people who stood out.
"Take out your weapons. I'll give them energy, and they'll destroy the blood wall outside. It doesn't matter what weapon it is, as long as it's sharp."
Someone picked out a knife, someone took out a lighter, someone rummaged through their bag and found a pen...
Su Rui walked over and shook these things one by one.
Li Shu saw that when Su Rui held these objects, a trace of strange energy was left on them.
What kind of weird thing is Su Rui controlling?
Li Shu was a little surprised.
But this was not the time to be surprised. She saw that after Su Rui held those people's things, their expressions changed.
Initially, it is a sign of impending death.
Later, after she wrapped the train with a strange rope, she checked through the little paper man, and the faces of the passengers in the train returned to normal.
It means that the catastrophe of life and death has passed.
Now, Su Rui, Zhao Quan, and those who chose to believe in Su Rui, all had deathly expressions on their faces again.
The thick black energy between his eyebrows was about to turn into substance, indicating that death was imminent.
But life and death are your own choices, so Li Shu didn't say anything more.
He just glanced at Zhao Quan.
Although Zhao Quan had bad intentions, it was because of his live broadcast that she noticed the abnormality in the car in time, took action in time, stabilized the situation, and prevented a disaster from happening.
Originally, based on this, she planned to help Zhao Quan once, get rid of the strange face, and save his life.
Unexpectedly, this person committed suicide again and brought himself to his own death.
Well, respect it.
Li Shu didn't want to care about these people anymore.
"Let's go, we'll break through this blood wall and carve out a way to survive."
Su Rui called everyone over, preparing to chop, burn or poke the protective rope formed by the strange rope.
The carving knife in Su Rui's hand is a true ghost weapon, and it has been proven that it can damage the ghost rope.
The tools in the hands of other people were contaminated with strange energy, but they were not real strange weapons after all, so it was hard to say whether they could damage the strange rope.
Even if they take a step back, the strange rope can still be damaged. With that destructive power, by the time they cut the strange rope and rush out, the crisis outside will probably have been resolved.
Li Shu looked at the people working hard, some chopping, some burning, and some prodding the ropes. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Do you really want to get out?" This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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