Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Wang Shuo's body suddenly stiffened, then he turned to look at Li Zheng, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Li Zheng's eyes were still open, but the light in his pupils was fading at a visible speed.

His mouth was still open, his lips were moving slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

On his neck, a deep, bone-revealing wound stretched horizontally from left to right, the flesh torn open, dark red blood gushing from the wound, flowing down his neck and soaking the collar of his windbreaker.

Above Li Zheng's head, the silver-white six-pointed star cursor was shattering, turning into tiny specks of light that slowly drifted toward the battlefield ahead.

Standing behind Li Zheng was Hu Jie.

Hu Jie still held the machete in his hand, the blade stained with dark red blood, drops of blood dripping down the blade.

Wang Shuo's pupils turned bloodshot and red in that instant.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

He grabbed the axe in his hand and chopped it down from above, aiming for Hu Jie's head.

Hu Jie dodged to the side, and Wang Shuo's axe struck the mirrored floor tiles behind him with a clang, sending sparks flying.

Wang Shuo pulled out his axe and swung it down again and again, each swing delivered with all his might, each swing filled with the hatred of wanting to tear Hu Jie to pieces.

But Hu Jie was too fast. His body moved between the axe blades, narrowly avoiding them every time.

Just as Wang Shuo rushed toward Hu Jie, several strange changes occurred in the square.

Of the original six people who had no survival marks and remained in the corner of the square, apart from Li Jiahao, the remaining five quietly entered the crowd while everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield ahead.

Following Li Zheng, four more people had their throats slit in an instant.

The four six-pointed star cursors shattered simultaneously in the night, turning into tiny specks of light that drifted toward the battlefield ahead.

Wang Shuo's roar brought everyone to their senses.

Jiang Ning's gaze suddenly turned to Wang Shuo, and his pupils contracted sharply when he saw that it was Hu Jie who killed Li Zheng.

He had warned Hu Jie not to touch anyone in Chen Ye's team, and besides, this was not the time to kill and seize the mark. Even if they had to kill someone, they should take care of the BOSS first.

At this moment, he even had a plan for where to bury him. Hu Jie killed Li Zheng, and Chen Ye and Zhao Hai would not let him go.

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

wrong!

After Hu Jie killed Li Zheng, Li Zheng's life imprint was not inherited by Hu Jie. Hu Jie is not human!

He finally understood why Hu Jie was so indifferent to the marks of survival.

"Scatter! Monsters have infiltrated. Those without any signs of survival are monsters. Stay away from them!"

As Jiang Ning shouted, the arrow in his hand was already flying towards Hu Jie.

Chaos erupted in the square.

Everyone was looking up at the heads of those around them, checking for any signs of survival.

"Wang Shuo! Come back!"

Wen Ning shouted at Wang Shuo.

But Wang Shuo ignored him and continued to relentlessly pursue Hu Jie.

"Wang Shuo! Come back quickly!"

Wen Ning's voice came from behind again, this time louder and more urgent than before.

Black mist condensed on her palm. Her gaze swept back and forth between the Mirror Master and Wang Shuo in front of her. If she withdrew the Shadow Binding now to save Wang Shuo, the Mirror Master would break free of control.

The battle between Chen Ye and his team and the BOSS continues ahead, and she cannot let up.

"Wang Shuo, stop chasing! Come back!"

Qin Zhaoyang was also shouting loudly at Wang Shuo's back.

Hu Jie had already gathered with the other four passengers who had no markings, and the next second their figures changed.

The whites of the eyes spread from the edge of the eye socket towards the pupil, and within just two seconds, the entire eyeball turned pure milky white.

His skin had changed from a normal color to an almost pathological paleness, and his fingers were spread open, with nails growing out from the tips of his fingers.

Her clothes changed too. The several windbreakers, hoodies, and jackets that were originally of different styles were transformed at the same time into a close-fitting silver-white long dress, the hem of which reached her ankles and swayed slightly in the night breeze.

Five mirror spirits.

The five passengers without any survival marks had long been replaced by the Mirror Demons, who had been waiting since they entered the plaza.

Wait for everyone's attention to be drawn to the Mirror Master, wait for those with six-pointed stars above their heads to lower their guard, and wait for the best time to strike.

Li Jiahao, the only one who hadn't turned into a mirror demon, was still standing at the edge of the square. He was also a little confused. It turned out that of the six people who had no survival marks and were still in the square, he was the only real person.

His gaze swept over the five mirror demons that had revealed their true forms, and then over the crowd of people scattering and fleeing in the square.

The five mirror demons didn't choose to attack him, not because he was lucky, but because he didn't have that silver six-pointed star above his head.

Now he is the only person in the entire square who will neither be hunted by the BOSS nor targeted by the Mirror Demon.

At this moment, Wang Shuo had already rushed to Hu Jie's side and witnessed the entire process of Hu Jie's transformation.

The whites of her eyes spread, her skin faded, sharp claws grew, and a silver-white dress appeared.

Those milky-white eyes were staring at him, empty, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he instantly regained his senses. The bloodshot in his eyes subsided considerably in that instant; Hu Jie had been replaced by the Mirror Demon.

He tried to run back, but it was too late.

Another mirror demon silently approached Wang Shuo from behind, its silvery-white skirt dragging on the ground without making a sound.

Its right claw was outstretched, its five fingers like hooks, and its sharp claws pierced into Wang Shuo's back and emerged from his chest.

Wang Shuo's body stiffened abruptly, and the axe slipped from his hand, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

He looked down at the hand that had emerged from his chest, and at what that hand was holding.

That was a heart, his heart, still beating.

Once, twice, three times.

Warm blood gushed from the severed blood vessel in the heart, dripping down between the mirror demon's fingers and onto the mirrored floor tiles at Wang Shuo's feet.

His pupils were rapidly dilating, and the light in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind, about to go out.

Li Zheng is dead, and he's going to die too.

They had already obtained the survival mark. As long as Chen Ye killed the BOSS and the trial ended at dawn, they could safely return to the train.

Unfortunately, he would never live to see the dawn.

The silver-white six-pointed star above Wang Shuo's head began to shatter, turning into countless tiny points of light.

The points of light scattered in the night wind, then were drawn by some invisible force, drifting over the chaotic crowd in the square, past the passengers who were scattering and fleeing, and towards the Mirror Master at the front of the battlefield.

On the battlefield ahead, Chen Ye's fist slammed into the crack in the Mirror Master's chest, golden flames exploded in the night, and silvery-white liquid splattered out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the unusual activity in the plaza behind him; countless tiny points of light drifted over from the direction of the crowd behind him.

When those starlight points were less than ten meters away from the BOSS, they transformed into streams of light and merged into the huge six-pointed star on the Mirror Master's chest.

The mirror's body trembled violently, and all three heads rose up simultaneously.

Chen Ye sensed that the Mirror Master's power had increased; it wasn't an illusion, but a real amplification.