Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Inside the carriage, the lighting remained dim as always.

The dim, yellow light flickered, stretching and distorting everyone's shadows, which were then projected onto the stained metal walls of the vehicle.

The air was filled with a musty, stale smell of rust mixed with a faint musty odor.

Zhou Kai sat in the hard seat, clutching the still slightly warm prophecy pen tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

There was something that puzzled him.

This time, no "rules" were announced before boarding.

They were neither required to sit in a designated spot nor warned against doing anything.

It's just like a really ordinary train.

But this only made him more uneasy.

Moreover, the newly emerged "train conductor" has also disappeared without a trace.

Apart from that, the carriages are exactly the same as before.

The seats were filled with "passengers".

These "passengers" were dressed in clothing from various eras of Japan, some in gothic attire, some in suits, and others in traditional Japanese clothing.

They kept their heads down and whispered to each other.

The sound was very soft and fragmented, like countless flies buzzing in your ear.

But when you listen carefully, you can't hear anything clearly, and you just feel inexplicably upset.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, a hunched figure sitting next to Zhou Kai coughed softly twice.

That was the coughing clone controlled by Lin Chuan.

At this moment, through the perspective of his clone, Lin Chuan's true body, far away in the main hall of the Temple of Rebirth, was silently watching all of this.

"Things are different now..."

Lin Chuan thought to himself.

Compared to the death train that Zhou Kai and his companions encountered last time, this train felt completely different to him.

It became more...real.

Or rather, it is more "solid".

If the previous train was merely a projection of some kind of supernatural power, then this train is itself a manifestation of a rule of extremely high status!

Lin Chuan originally thought that this death train was something created by the source of the pink fog in Japan.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

The ancient, weathered, and otherworldly aura emanating from it was even more mysterious than the pink mist.

Where did this train come from?

Where are we headed this time?

Lin Chuan did not make any rash moves, but quietly controlled his clone, sitting upright in his seat.

Time passed by, second by second.

The train sped through the void, with only darkness outside the window, occasionally punctuated by fleeting glimpses of bizarre pink lights.

Four hours later.

Creak...!

A screeching sound of brakes rang out.

The train began to slow down and eventually came to a steady stop.

"Buzz... Jiangjing Station... We've arrived..."

"Please...all passengers...disembark..."

The broadcast started again, still as cold and mechanical as ever.

The car door slid open.

A gust of cold wind carrying a strong, sweet fragrance instantly rushed into the carriage.

Outside the train was an empty platform.

The platform was overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall, and all of those weeds were an eerie pink color.

Although not a single person could be seen.

But from all directions, countless noisy sounds kept coming.

There were sounds of vendors hawking their wares, traffic flowing by, children laughing, and couples whispering.

It was as if this was not a dead city, but an unseen, bustling metropolis.

The stark contrast between the visual stillness and the auditory clamor sent chills down everyone's spine.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

Petrowski took a deep breath and was the first to stand up.

The people of the Chauvin Empire followed closely behind.

Zhou Kai glanced at the coughing ghost beside him and was about to get up.

However, they discovered that the coughing clone controlled by Lin Chuan remained seated there motionless, showing no intention of getting out of the car.

"Cough cough..."

He lowered his head and let out a soft cough.

Zhou Kai understood instantly.

True Buddha... not planning to get off here?

Although he had doubts, he did not ask any further questions. He simply nodded respectfully and then led the people from the Other Shore Kingdom off the carriage.

At this time.

White Rose also led the Yanlong Empire's troops over.

When she saw the coughing ghost still sitting in his seat, she paused slightly.

"Oh, you're scared already?"

White Rose curled her lips into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Weren't you quite capable just now? How come you've turned into a coward when you're really facing death?"

In her eyes, this "coughing weirdo" who had always been mysterious and even stole her thunder was nothing more than a pretentious guy.

Now that they've reached a truly dangerous place, their cowardly nature has indeed been revealed.

Faced with the mockery of the white rose.

Lin Chuan's "coughing clone" did not react at all.

It remained hunched over, as if it hadn't heard a thing.

This indifferent attitude infuriated White Rose even more.

"Hmph, trash."

She coldly uttered two words and turned to get out of the car.

however.

Just then.

An extremely chilling killing intent suddenly swept towards her.

White Rose suddenly turned around.

Zhou Kai, who had already gotten out of the car, was standing outside the door, staring intently at her.

Zhou Kai's eyes, which usually carried a hint of worldliness and sophistication, were now filled with a chilling glint.

The prophetic pen in his hand was already pointed at the center of White Rose's forehead.

"If you dare to disrespect 'that person' again..."

Zhou Kai's voice was low and hoarse, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Even if you are the captain of the 749th Bureau of the Flame Dragon Empire... I will still kill you!"

He was a fanatical follower of Lin Chuan.

He would never allow anyone to desecrate the true Buddha in his heart.

Even if the other party is an ally.

"you……"

White Rose's expression changed, and the Frost Blade in her hand instantly unsheathed half an inch.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, with the smell of gunpowder reaching its peak.

It looked like the two sides were about to fight.

"Hey everyone, calm down, calm down!"

Petrowski quickly squeezed through, using his tall frame to block the two of them.

"We're facing a formidable enemy right now. What would it mean if we started fighting among ourselves?"

"Say less, give me some face, give me some face."

As he spoke, he frantically gave Zhou Kai meaningful glances.

Zhou Kai glanced at the white rose, snorted coldly, and slowly put away the prophecy pen.

White Rose gritted her teeth and sheathed her long sword, but her eyes remained cold.

"Walk."

She didn't glance at the coughing ghost in the car again, and led the group into the eerie pink mist.

As the last person got off the bus.

Bang! !

The car door slammed shut again.

Ugh—!

A long, drawn-out whistle sounded.

The train started moving again.

This time, the carriage was empty, with only the coughing clone controlled by Lin Chuan sitting there all alone.

The scenery outside the window began to rush past.

The eerie and bustling city of Jiangjing was gradually left behind.

The train showed no sign of stopping, but continued its journey into the unknown depths of darkness.

Lin Chuan sat quietly.

He was curious.

Where exactly is the final destination of this mysterious death train?