Train to Another World.

Chapter 110 Foolish Choice
Wang Shuyun took the surveillance crystal and placed it on the dressing table. After confirming that her door was locked, she sat in front of the dressing table.

The surveillance crystal began to emit a faint red light, as if there was a small flame burning inside.

The red light reflected on the mirror of the dressing table, revealing a burning fireball. In the center of the fireball was a dark figure that looked like a red eyeball with a vertical pupil.

The figure began to whisper. The sound was unclear and no one could tell what language it was speaking, but the whispering seemed to have a direct effect on the soul, allowing people to directly understand the speaker's intentions.

Wang Shuyun sat in front of the mirror, nodding from time to time. But suddenly, she heard something, looked horrified, and shook her head desperately.

But then she was struck by lightning, suddenly arched her body, opened her mouth, and immediately covered her mouth with her hands, as if she was afraid that her screams and sobs would be heard by others.

It took her a long while to catch her breath. Finally, she looked at the figure in the mirror and nodded slightly with fear on her face.

The next day, Wang Shuyun got up early and waited in the restaurant. The cook who served the food was a little surprised, because according to what she had seen in the past few days, this girl would only come at mealtime.

You came so early today, did you not eat enough last night?
But after all, he was the lord's relative, so the cook did not show any strange expression. After serving the food on the table, she bowed and left.

Later, Qin Daniu and Wei Changfeng arrived first. Wei Changfeng saw Wang Shuyun arrived at the restaurant before them, his pupils shrank, and he took Qin Daniu's hand and said, "When I came here just now, I saw the rising sun, and my heart was surging with emotion. My boxing skills are about to break through. Please help me practice, brother Daniu."

When Qin Daniu was still a baby, he was picked up in front of the martial arts school by the doorman Qin Da Ye. While other children were being called by their parents, he could only hear the scolding of the martial arts master and the shouts of the apprentices.

Qin Daniu, who grew up in such an environment, is only slightly less pure as a warrior than his barbarian master.

Hearing that Wei Changfeng showed signs of a breakthrough, Qin Daniu no longer cared about eating. He frowned immediately, pulled Wei Changfeng towards the terrace, and leaped to the bottom of the city.

For ordinary people, the most important thing is life and death. For martial artists, improving martial arts is far more important than life and death.

In the martial arts, one can either achieve perfection and break through in practice, or have a breakthrough in fighting with a strong opponent.

Wei Changfeng just said that he had some feelings in his heart, so Qin Daniu must help him break through as soon as possible. This feeling comes and goes as it pleases, just like the meat porridge in the morning. If you don't seize the time and grasp the opportunity, it will be a waste.

Wang Shuyun watched all this in amazement. After a while, she heard Wei Changfeng's screams coming from outside.

Wang Shuyun hesitated for a while, and finally made up her mind to go over and see what happened. But at this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

The person who came was Xiong Facai. He had a keen sense of hearing and knew everything that had just happened. Looking at Wang Shuyun in the restaurant, he chuckled and said, "These two young people usually love to play around. Don't bother with them. Eat, eat."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuyun filled a bowl of oatmeal porridge, picked up a few pieces of white bread, and brought them to Xiong Facai.

Only after that did she serve herself a bowl of porridge and drink it slowly.

Xiong Fa Cai was not in a hurry to drink the porridge. Instead, he tapped the table with his fingers as if he was thinking about something.

As he pressed his fingers, invisible ripples spread across the table, sweeping across the food on it.

Xiong Facai stopped after a while and asked Wang Shuyun with some doubt: "I didn't realize you were such a tough guy before. I came late. Do you have any deep hatred with Zhuoguang kid and the others?"

Wang Shuyun was startled and almost choked on her porridge. She took a deep breath and said to Xiong Facai in surprise, "Brother Xiong, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Xiong Facai was too lazy to beat around the bush with her, and pointed at the food and said, "Someone put something in it. Although I don't know what it is, I know it must be unpleasant to eat."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuyun quickly dropped the bowl in her hand, stood up and stepped back, saying: "Brother Xiong, you said the food was poisoned?!" Xiong Facai saw that she seemed to be frightened, and did not say anything to comfort her, but just said to himself: "I heard from Zhuo Guang that this world is very strange. The gods here are very powerful and can create life at will.

But mortals are very weak, and even the best among them have only a little spellcasting ability.

Therefore, the only person in this land who can produce something with such obvious dark energy is a palm striker.

It just so happened that our group decided to become an enemy of one of them. Such a precious thing appeared in our meals within a few days. Isn't it a coincidence?"

Wang Shuyun was about to cry: "Brother Xiong, you suspected it was me..."

Xiong Facai interrupted, "No doubt about it, I'm sure it's you."

"why?"

“This stuff is not only in the porridge, it’s also in your body, and there’s much more in your body than in this bowl of porridge.

It's not impossible that someone else poisoned me, but don't tell me that you woke up early in the morning and ran to the restaurant to drink ten bowls of porridge by yourself."

Wang Shuyun stopped crying and no longer cared about her daughter's modesty. She pulled down her clothes to reveal the scar on her left chest.

The scar was a dark scar with black lines spreading around it.

Wang Shuyun said to Xiong Facai with a sad face: "I just want to live. If you don't die, I will die."

Xiong Facai sighed slightly and said, "If you had joined us like Wei Daizi from the beginning, you wouldn't have ended up like this.

And I've asked you more than once if you need help."

Wang Shuyun smiled bitterly: "If he finds out, he will kill me. I just want to live my life in peace. Is that wrong?"

"As a demon who has been through this, I can tell you that peace is very precious, and it needs to be based on strength. You will not get peace if you just eat and wait for death in a muddleheaded way."

"Forget it, just kill me. Even if you don't kill me, the Demon Lord will take my life."

Xiong Facai shook his head again: "It seems that you didn't listen to a word I said just now.

What we fear are only those beings above us. The creatures in Middle-earth are nothing more than that.”

Xiong Facai raised his hand and a black demonic power hit the wound on Wang Shuyun's left chest. With a hook of his finger, Wang Shuyun's wound burst open and a handful of black blood spurted out of her wound.

The black blood fell to the ground, and black smoke rose up, but was blown away by Xiong Facai's evil wind.

Wang Shuyun looked at the wound on her chest, which began to slowly ooze out bright red blood, and cried with joy.

But she suddenly realized that Xiong Facai was still there, and quickly covered her chest. After her life was secured, her sense of shame returned.

Xiong Facai snorted coldly: "What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't seen it before. I have eight wives."

(End of this chapter)