Yu Qian'an felt that in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks were futile. No matter whether it was a righteous god or an evil god, who could surpass his three-color mythical Yan Chixia?
A day later, Yang Jiarui and Wang Yang had breakfast together at Yu Qian'an's place, waiting for the system announcement. The system announcement sounded:
"At 8:00 AM sharp at the end of the month, 3,892 people arrived in this area. The remaining people who have not arrived will be eliminated!
The next stage of the mission: reach the Coastal Town Station on the night of the blood moon. Those who fail to reach it will be killed! "
Yu Qian'an: "What does this blood moon night mean? Why is there no arrival time?"
Yang Jiarui: "I guess the time when the blood moon will appear on the next section of the road is fixed. The blood moon doesn't sound like a good thing. I feel that if a blood moon appears in the supernatural world, it probably means that the power of ghosts has increased, or some great devil has appeared."
Wang Yang: "I feel like the rules of this game are starting to change at this point. There's no longer a specific time limit, and there are no restrictions on specific routes, right?"
Yu Qian'an: "Never mind for now. We'll know what's going on after we exit the station. There are still so many people left on the platform. Can't you load some more?"
Yang Jiarui: "I can take away a maximum of 3,000 people. If there are more, I won't be able to do anything."
Wang Yang: "I'm at my wit's end. I already have a lot of passengers, so squeezing out a few hundred more won't make much sense. If I can't protect them, the rest will be hard on you, boss. Your total number of people is less than 10,000, right? These extra hundred thousand will just make up for the shortfall in your manpower."
Yu Qian’an: “…”
Originally, I thought ten thousand people were too many, but now there are tens of thousands more. Now the more I complain, the more people there are.
Wang Yang: "Boss, I heard that Lexing accepted 60,000 people?"
Yu Qian'an: "She's not always like this. She's a little bit of a saint."
Wang Yang: "But what if it really is her?"
Yu Qian'an: "How is that possible!"
Wang Yang: "How is it impossible? This woman is jealous and can do anything." After saying this, he looked at Yang Jiarui meaningfully.
Yu Qian'an pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wait and see. You guys should be careful. I don't think Le Xing is a bad person. Even if she really practices the incense and fire way, it doesn't prove that she is a bad person."
Yang Jiarui: "She has a strong sense of heroine thinking, and it is indeed possible that she would do such a thing, but just like what the boss said, first of all, we have no evidence, and secondly, even if she practices incense and fire, we can't say anything, we haven't banned incense and fire."
Wang Yang: "But the incense-burning Shintoism has no future!"
Yang Jiarui: "That's what you think. How can the incense gods have no future? There are so many incense gods in the heavenly palace in Journey to the West, and they are living well.
As for not being able to become a Buddha or a patriarch, or not being able to cultivate into a Daluo Golden Immortal, not everyone has the opportunity to achieve Daluo, and everyone has their own choice.
Why do I feel like you have such a strong opinion about incense and Shintoism? What's the matter? Have you been deceived by a fortune-teller before?
Wang Yang: "That's part of the reason, but it's not just that. Haven't you noticed that in many novels, gods are villains?"
Yang Jiarui: "Tell me your story. I'm more interested in this."
Wang Yang: "It's nothing, actually. I just bought scratch tickets at the God of Wealth Temple and scratched tens of thousands of yuan worth of tickets but didn't win. Then I saw the master driving away in a Land Rover."
Yang Jiarui: "Oh my god, your God of Wealth Temple is so high-end, and you even sell scratch-off tickets? What kind of magic trick is this?"
Wang Yang: "That's called business acumen. The Taoist priest said, if you want to know if your fortune has arrived, buy a scratch-off lottery ticket and you'll find out.
Then I wanted to change my luck, but ended up scratching my head.”
Yu Qian'an: "Your excuse is quite bizarre. Let's not talk about this for now. You two should get ready to go first. Be careful on the road.
Yao Yong just sent me a message saying, "Don't turn on the lights after leaving the station. It's best not to turn on the lights for the first 100 kilometers." I asked him again, but he didn't say anything. "You guys go and see what he means."
Yang Jiarui: "Most likely you'll see something horrible if you turn on the lights. I'm a person who listens to advice and will not turn on the lights unless I'm told to. You can let Wang Yang see it. He's already set off. I'm going to go select passengers."
Wang Yang: "I'm a very curious person. I want to see it even if I'm not allowed to. Boss, wait a minute, I'll report what I saw to you. We can't run into the enemy right after leaving the station, right?"
Yu Qian'an didn't have to wait long before Wang Yang set off. Less than half an hour later, Wang Yang sent a message: "Boss, Yao Yong is right. It's better not to turn on the lights. Oh, and the new members of the team this time are dog-headed men and werewolves."
Yu Qian'an hadn't left the station yet, and couldn't see any information about the new regional channel. Wang Yang had already whetted Yu Qian'an's appetite by saying half of what he said.
After Yang Jiarui was ready and set off, Yu Qian'an rearranged his carriage. First, he put all the original passengers inside the Immortal Gate, and all the empty blue space folding carriages hanging at the back were retracted.
Only the gold-level planting carriages were retained, and the red ones were all taken back. Anyway, the Immortal Gate, the blessed land and the gold planting carriages were enough for Yu Qian'an to plant, so there was no need for so many more carriages.
After the downsizing, the length of Yu Qian'an's train was reduced from hundreds of cars to just a dozen.
The remaining tens of thousands of people were also put into the Xianmen carriage and re-established their village life outside the carriage.
In this way, all the people under Yu Qian'an moved to the Xianmen world, which is equivalent to a small world of cultivation.
Yu Qi is leaning towards the direction of cultivating immortals. Science will only be auxiliary in the future, and other paths will only be a branch of the immortal sect.
After everything was done, a day passed.
Yu Qian'an felt that the two carriages of the paradise were a bit redundant, but it would be wrong to give them to others for no reason, so he decided to keep them for exchange.
Yu Qian'an's train slowly set off into the darkness. "Turn on all the headlights! I want to see if there's anything I can't see."
Not far from the station, Yu Qian'an saw a few isolated graves. At first, he didn't think anything of it, but after walking for a while, he found that there were more and more graves. From time to time, flocks of crows were awakened by the train and flew up from the trees, and occasionally owls could be seen.
After walking for more than ten minutes, these graves were connected to each other, endless, as if reaching the end of the world. In some places, the pits had been dug but no one was buried. Some corpses were exposed outside, and in some places, only empty coffins were left, and the whereabouts of the dead inside were unknown.
Half an hour later, some bodies appeared, some still wrapped in a tattered mat, some without even a mat. Wild dogs shuttled back and forth in the mass grave, occasionally carrying a human body, bones, or head in their mouths. Some stray dogs stared at the train with red eyes...
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