Chapter 140 The Akina Mountain Speed King 007 sensed Jiang Yang's fear...
The clock at the train station was stopped at 11:59.
In the gray-black mist, the young man stood motionless with his eyes closed, surrounded by deathly silence, as if time had frozen at that moment.
Only the subtle clicking sound of the clock's internal mechanism slowly propelled the hour hand's swaying scale.
Finally, at exactly midnight, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.
But then the murky, foul-smelling air rushed into his nostrils, and his expression changed. He suppressed the nausea rising in his throat and, almost instantly, pulled a mask from his pocket, covering the lower half of his face completely.
But the sticky texture seemed to penetrate everywhere, stubbornly clinging to his exposed skin, making him feel a chill.
He took small breaths to adjust his breathing, while casually scanning his surroundings.
The concrete ground beneath his feet was riddled with potholes and cracks. In the distance, the railway tracks stretched into the unknown horizon, like two rusty giant pythons. In the thick fog, besides him, a few other figures could be vaguely seen moving around, making it seem somewhat like a platform before an abandoned train departs, eerie and mysterious.
There was no train to the no-man's-land in sight.
He felt slightly uneasy, gripped the copper-handled dagger tightly in his hand, and tentatively took a step forward.
It remained silent.
It was so quiet he could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. Fortunately, there was no danger, so he held his breath and boldly moved closer to the others.
Before this, 007 had made an appointment with him to come find him as soon as he entered the trial, so he didn't plan to leave. He just wanted to find out about the situation around him in the meantime.
When Jiang Yang was only a few steps away from the nearest figure, that person seemed to sense something and slowly turned around.
Jiang Yang subconsciously stopped, put his left hand behind his back, and gripped the dagger in his hand even tighter, but the other person did not make any other move. Instead, he looked at him with an unfathomable gaze.
Suddenly, the man took a step in front of him, and he instinctively stepped back, not noticing that his heel had stepped into a crack.
He was about to fall backward when the man decisively reached out and grabbed him, shouting, "Watch out!"
The man, in his fifties or sixties, was weathered yet kind. After helping him to his feet, he spoke with a northern accent and specially reminded him, "Walk slowly, there are pits all over here. You might fall in if you're not careful at night."
"Thanks."
Jiang Yang was still breathing heavily, her heart pounding with lingering fear. The hand holding his wrist was warm.
He smiled and took a white rose from the panel, seemingly to express his gratitude, and placed it in the man's hand: "Here's a flower for you, uncle."
"Huh~"
The uncle touched his hair sheepishly and smiled, "This is the first time I've ever received flowers. Thank you, kid."
"You're welcome," Jiang Yang said, subtly moving her fingertips toward the talent plaque while inquiring without showing any emotion, "Are you waiting for someone here, or are you getting ready to take a car?"
The platform wasn't very warm in the early morning. The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together, exhaling puffs of white breath: "Waiting to pick up customers, huh?"
He's a driver, just like him...
Jiang Yang glanced at the other people standing on the platform and continued to inquire, "It's already this late and there are still so many people out here taking jobs. You guys must have it tough."
"I said those things just to make a living."
The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively, then changed the subject and asked him, "What are you doing here? This is the final stop. Che is about to arrive, and everyone should get off now."
The final stop.
?
Isn't the final destination no man's land?
Jiang Yang suddenly looked up, craning his neck to search for information about the bus stop sign above his head.
The fog obscured his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly; he could only vaguely make out the first word... None...
Wait a minute...
He shoved his hand into his pocket, his fingertips gliding from the rubber to the metal texture, confirming that the motorcycle keys were still securely inside. He breathed a sigh of relief. This meant he was facing the judgment of the Akina Mountain racing legend, and his identity was still that of a driver. But how could this be...?
etc!
He pushed up his glasses and focused his gaze on the bus stop sign hanging overhead, examining it carefully.
A website is usually named with the word "site" added on top, making it four characters in total.
That might not be unclaimed land.
yes...
Headless Mountain!
A gust of wind drifted from the end of the tracks, and the fog floating in the air seemed to dissipate, making the station sign clearer in his eyes.
That's right, he saw it, it was Headless Mountain.
No! Head! Mountain! Station!
After going around in circles, he came full circle again.
Just then, the memory loading progress bar on the panel reached its maximum, and Jiang Yang's eyes lingered on it.
It was unexpectedly empty.
Seeing that the middle-aged man in front of him remained silent and continued to look around along the tracks, he didn't show it on his face, but in his heart he asked the trial assistant, "Why?"
The trial assistant replied, "Talent cards only apply to players and NPCs within the trial."
He then asked, "He's not an NPC, he's a living person, right?"
The trial assistant replied, "I'm sorry, I can't answer that."
Jiang Yang paused, carefully choosing her words, and asked again, "Am I in the trial?"
The trial assistant replied, "You are currently conducting the trial of the Akina Mountain Speed King."
...The answer is obvious.
But how could ordinary people get involved...?
To be precise, how could someone who enters the trial be neither a player nor an NPC...?
Jiang Yang felt a surge of inexplicable irritation. He silently scrutinized the other people standing on the platform. What about them?
Is it a person or an NPC?
The players were still barely surviving in the No Man's Lands, and he couldn't imagine what would happen to ordinary people if they were dragged in.
With his mouth and nose covered by a mask, his chest felt tight, and the darkness in front of him made him dizzy.
He opened his mouth unconsciously, feeling like he was about to suffocate.
"Waiting for a car, little dog?"
A familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears, like warm water flowing over frozen fingertips.
Jiang Yang tilted his head, but couldn't see anyone. However, the arm that was firmly wrapped around his waist reminded him of the person's presence.
As if he had found a piece of driftwood, he almost immediately released his strength and leaned his head against the clearly empty space behind him.
"I heard you're in a relationship? Little dog?"
007 is so engrossed in his role-playing that he can't pull himself out.
Jiang Yang unconsciously gripped the hem of his shirt, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "Um...we...we talked..."
"Who did you talk to?"
007 sensed Jiang Yang's fear, tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer, casually asking, "How about you break up with him?"
“No,” Jiang Yang slowly calmed down and replied cooperatively, “He has a bad temper. If I break up with him, he will hit me.”
"Stay with me, and I won't hit you."
A judge publicly accused someone of poaching someone else's employee, specifically his own.
...
Jiang Yang was amused by the situation, and his tense nerves relaxed. He gritted his teeth and suggested, "Why don't the three of us just get together?"
"Sure, it's not too much to ask your boyfriend to kiss you, is it?"
Before Jiang Yang could even reply, 007 swiftly cupped his face and gave him a loud kiss on the corner of his mouth.
The crisp popping sound caught the uncle's attention. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong, kid?"
Jiang Yang immediately felt incredibly guilty, lowered his head, and weakly replied, "It's nothing."
007 heard the voice and looked over as well. His gaze landed on the middle-aged man, and the calm eyes behind the mask changed slightly. He said firmly, "He doesn't belong here. He shouldn't be here."
"right."
The young man lowered his eyelids to hide the fleeting sorrow. 007 didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, so he could only rub his chin against the top of the young man's head again and again. Before long, the hair was all messed up, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
"Okay, I'm fine now," Jiang Yang gently pressed down the arm wrapped around her waist, and gestured with her chin towards the others: "Where are the others?"
007 stood beside Jiang Yang with his arms crossed in front of him, but Jiang Yang didn't hear his voice for a long time.
Just as Jiang Yang was about to ask, 007 seemed to sense something terrifying and patted his chest with lingering fear, saying, "They are dangerous."
Danger...
"Yeah, I just took a closer look, and it was terrifying," 007 said pitifully and aggrievedly, "Can my boyfriend give me another kiss?"
Jiang Yang was speechless, and glared fiercely at the air.
007 shamelessly said, "You need a kiss to make me feel better."
Jiang Yang gave a forced smile and coldly threatened, "If you keep making trouble, we'll break up."
One sentence finally calmed 007 down, but without 007 speaking, Jiang Yang couldn't be sure if he was still there.
Five minutes later, Jiang Yang, suppressing a look of exasperation, said, "Give me your hand."
"Yangyang, I'll be good, I won't break up with you."
007 lowered her head and beckoned to him with her little finger. When she hooked it, she wiggled it slightly, as if she were being affectionate.
Jiang Yang didn't respond, but instead grabbed half of the other person's hand in return, but the finger in his palm was restless.
Observation...
Jiang Yang knowingly clicked the close button.
007 then appeared, staring at the group of people who had just sensed the danger: "We can't let them out."
"what are you up to?"
Jiang Yang nervously grabbed 007's arm. 007's eyes drooped, exuding an unstoppable aura: "Kill them all."
What should we do with that old man?
As they were talking, a beam of bright light appeared on the track.
The roar of the train could be heard in the distance. 007's expression turned grave: "It's about to pull into the station. We're going to be late."
"I'll get to it, you wait here for me."
007, carrying the Lock of Desire, strode forward. Jiang Yang's eyes swept from his back to the uncle who had already poked his head out and was about to solicit customers, making a difficult choice.
Finally, he stepped over.
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