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Chapter 438 Charging into Hell (22) Requesting monthly tickets and subscriptions

Datang City.

Tangxu Railway.

During the late Qing Dynasty, the first railway track on the mainland was built here, and the first steam train started running here.

Today, more than a hundred years later, the railway has long been abandoned and has become a tourist attraction.

However, to enter that sightseeing station, you need to go through a tunnel.

Zhuang Boshi and Wang Xiaoming entered the tunnel side by side, with Li Jun following closely behind.

“Professor Wang, it’s rare for you to be willing to leave the lab.” Zhuang Boshi glanced at the bespectacled man.

"Will you personally see me off?"

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses: "The world is about to be destroyed, so any research we do will be of no use."

"Instead of wasting time, we should place our hopes on you."

“That’s true.” Zhuang Boshi chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Stepping into the side tunnel, a feeling unique to the passage of time washes over you.

The cave walls on both sides are covered with marks left by tools, as well as dark areas, as if they have been burned or left by an explosion.

The further they went, the wider and higher the tunnel became. Finally, they arrived at a huge space, a station built entirely in the valley between mountains.

The station occupies a huge area, almost hollowing out the mountains on both sides.

"The original site of the station was supposed to be at the entrance, but it was destroyed in the war. When it was rebuilt a hundred years later, high-rise buildings had already been built there."

"Therefore, the only option was to build a replica in this location at the same scale."

"The investors plan to create a real-life industrial tourism base."

"But soon, the investors withdrew their investment due to a broken capital chain, and the place became a semi-abandoned tourist attraction."

"Later, it gradually became a popular spot for ghost-hunting bloggers."

“That really does look quite similar.” Zhuang Boshi looked around at the surroundings.

A typical Republican-era style, the originally crudely made decorations, after being abandoned for several years, have become very close to the original Republican-era style, appearing gloomy and eerie.

That investor is quite talented.

No wonder a scenic area built deep in the mountains can't operate.

The empty platform was deserted.

There were no trains, only a railway track leading into the unknown darkness.

It's very cold here; the wind howls through the tunnel like the wailing of a vengeful ghost.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at his watch.

17 points.

"The train is here!" Wang Xiaoming said, pushing up his glasses.

As the ground began to shake, a light shone in the darkness in the distance, and at the same time, a rumbling sound grew louder as it approached.

An old, green train from the 1980s or 90s emerged from a dark tunnel.

As the train pulled in, a chilling atmosphere spread out, and the facilities and decorations that were originally designed to look old seemed to have lost their disguise, becoming truly dilapidated.

At the same time, one, two, and more and more people emerged from the waiting room.

There were beautiful, painted-face women wearing cheongsams, elegantly dressed, two-headed corpses wearing glasses, and many people with tattered clothes and numb, withered faces.

It's obvious they're all ghosts.

Judging from their appearance, it's surprising that ghosts from different eras have gathered together.

They appeared as if suddenly, without any prior warning.

Li Jun was very nervous and stood in front of Wang Xiaoming.

But Wang Xiaoming remained calm, seemingly unconcerned even when surrounded by vengeful ghosts.

The vengeful ghost seemed to be suppressed by some kind of law and paid no attention to the three people on the platform, quietly waiting for the train.

With a whistle, the train slowly came to a stop.

Ghost Train

There were a few words written on the locomotive.

The train doors opened, and a vengeful ghost, dressed in a train police uniform from the 1980s or 90s and whose face was obscured, limped off.

Behind him, one by one, vengeful ghosts got off the car and immediately disappeared.

After getting off the train, the vengeful ghosts lined up one by one to board and have their tickets checked.

"You really follow the rules." Zhuang Boshi chuckled and waved at Wang Xiaoming.

"I hope to see you again someday."

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and said, "That's for sure."

Zhuang Boshi waved his hand and walked straight to the ticket seller.

"Please purchase a ticket." The vengeful ghost opened its mouth, its voice cold and deathly.

But he was still very polite and used the word "please".

Zhuang Boshi pulled out a stack of banknotes from Tiandi Bank.

The ghost ticket seller stiffly took the banknotes, pulled out three seven-yuan notes, and returned the rest to Zhuang Boshi.

There were quite a few passengers on the train. Unlike buses where living people can get on, the ghost train only had ghost passengers.

There was an elderly man who was coughing and had only half a head left, and was very thin.

There was also a pale woman, dripping wet, with her long, wet hair covering most of her face.

There were also a few actors who looked like performers on a stage, but they didn't have faces and were only wearing half-finished theatrical makeup.

However, Zhuang Boshi discovered that the ghost in this carriage was dressed in a style reminiscent of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period.

It seems that all the passengers in this carriage are heading to the same destination.

Zhuang Boshi didn't care about the sticky floor or the dirty table, and casually found a place to sit down.

The other vengeful ghosts quickly sat down in the carriage, and before long, the carriage was filled with more than a dozen vengeful ghosts.

Just then, a long, drawn-out whistle sounded.

Toot——

The train started moving.

The moment the train doors closed, the previously composed ghosts inside the carriage almost simultaneously turned their heads sharply, staring intently at Zhuang Boshi.

Immediately afterwards, as the lights in the carriage flickered on and off, one after another, the vengeful ghosts stood up and moved toward Zhuang Boshi.

Clearly, once the train started moving, the rhythmic pattern that had been suppressing the vengeful ghost finally disappeared.

Zhuang Boshi chuckled softly.

"Are you all courting death?"
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Just as Dr. Zhuang was heading back in time.

Zheng Zha, Zhao Yingkong, and the Seven Elders have all gathered in Guanjiang Community, Dachang City.

The seven elders had already closed their eyes to rest on the bus, while Elder Qin still sat in the driver's seat looking exhausted.

There are eight people in seven elders, which is quite reasonable.

Standing outside the car, Zheng Zha instructed Zhang Jie, "Brother Jie, after we go inside, immediately seal the door with gold to prevent the evil spirits inside from breaking out."

"I understand, but are you sure you don't need me to go in? You people without spiritual power will suffer. I still have ways to protect myself." Zhang Jie looked at him with a worried expression.

Only Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong are able to participate in this battle in the underworld.

Apart from fourth-tier experts, anyone else who goes in would be a burden.

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Zha laughed loudly and said, "You can rest assured!"

"You're under a lot of pressure too, holding us back from the realities!"

Zhang Jie could only nod: "Be very careful, Zheng Zha."

Zheng Zha patted his chest: "No problem!"

"In the primordial chaos, where heaven and earth were created, all ghosts could only turn to ashes!"

"Moreover, Elder Qin has a restart ability, which I can use to restore my condition."

"I also thought of combining Elder Qin's abilities with the ancient clock in the Wang family's old house, which could achieve the conditions for infinite restarts."

"In this way, I can unlock the Infinite Primordial World Creation."

"You rascal." Zhang Jie laughed and patted Zheng Zha on the shoulder.

"Alright, see you in reality."

After Zheng Zha got into the car, he patted Old Qin's shoulder and said, "Old Qin, let's go!"

Immediately, Zhang Jie, standing outside the vehicle, waved his hand, and the third golden gate of the old Republican-era mansion shattered with a crash.

As soon as Qin Lao stepped on the gas, the supernatural bus seemed to enter a high-speed state, and it crashed violently into the gate of Yin-Yang Road.

In that instant, it was as if I had pierced through some kind of barrier.

After the bus entered Yin-Yang Road, it was plunged into darkness.

The golden gate at the entrance regenerated, and the last glimmer of light vanished.

The darkness writhed like a living thing, seemingly trying to erode everything that entered the Yin-Yang Path.

Cries, screams, cold laughter, and howls filled the air, creating a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

Those vengeful ghosts, trapped for far too long, are eager to see the light of day again.

Zhang Dong remained seated and simply waved his hand.

In an instant, all the ghosts fled.

Even the darkness that was so eager to burst out of the room began to recede, revealing the room's true state.

Except for one special road, which is muddy and dirty from the outside in.

The dim yellow light illuminated the dirt road, with shadowy figures on both sides.

Those were vengeful ghosts about to invade the real world.

They all stopped, their cold, lifeless eyes fixed on the bus.

But when Zhang Dong sat on the bus, not a single ghost dared to approach him.

"Ignore them, charge through," Zhang Dong said calmly.

Because of the continuous high-intensity suppression of evil spirits, his condition was actually not very good, and it could be said that his lifespan had reached its limit.

Not only Zhang Dong, but all seven elders, except for Zhang Youhong, are in increasingly worse condition.

This is also one of the reasons why the Zhongzhou team decided to fight the final battle at this moment.

If this drags on any longer, the Seventh Elder will be worn out to death by the Old Man's aging process.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, a huge gatehouse stood in the darkness.

"Ahead lies the Gate of Hell. Once you pass through the Gate of Hell, you will truly arrive in the underworld," Zhang Dong said slowly.

"Is that the seventh level of hell?" Zheng Zha looked ahead.

As they were talking, the bus passed through the gates of hell.

As darkness receded, the world turned upside down, and a scene of black sky and yellow earth came into view.

After passing through the door, the view suddenly opened up before me—

Everywhere there were winding ditches and gullies, and pits and valleys were full of rusty and broken long and short knives.

Countless vengeful spirits were sliced ​​to pieces by the blade, and some were even dismembered, turning into two ghosts.

A dusky yellow hue covered the winding ravines of the land, and at the horizon, towering and terrifying shadows intertwined and twisted.

"This is the Blade's Edge Hell," Zhang Dong said with a complicated expression.

"In this world, there exists the source of vengeful spirits that can sever the laws of murder."

The wood-chopping knife in Li Qingzhi's hand began to tremble, as if it were being drawn to something within it.

He pressed down on the machete in his hand.

The shattered, vengeful ghosts seemed to have spotted the bus, and pulled a broken blade from the ground as they approached.

He continued walking while swinging his sword.

Tear!

The bus roof was slashed hard, and at the same time, countless slashes rained down all around the bus.

Zheng Zha even saw that the bus windows were covered with knife marks and were about to shatter completely.

Meng Xiaodong looked at Zhao Yingkong and Zheng Zha with a half-smile.

"Welcome to the real underworld."

　May you have lots of tickets on the last day of April!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)