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

Yang Minghui pushed up his glasses: "Gu Qinghuan already told us about the mechanism of the Jealousy Trial yesterday. It allows for mutual assistance. Besides, it's dangerous for her to go into other trial grounds alone. It would be better if she came with me and Jiang Ning."

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze lingered for a moment on the two marks on Liang Jing's head, but this time she didn't mock Liang Jing.

Chen Ye didn't say anything more, but turned around and pushed open the tightly closed, dark wooden door of the castle.

The door hinges made a slight, muffled scraping sound, then opened inwards.

He stepped across the threshold, followed closely by Zhao Hai and Qin Zhaoyang.

Su Jin, Yang Qing, and Wang Ze also crossed the threshold one after another.

Yang Minghui glanced at Liang Jing: "You really need to go in."

"I have two sin marks, and we don't have any extra sin evidence to exchange for them. Even if we did, we might not be able to get the sin evidence we need. What can we do if we don't go in?"

After Liang Jing finished speaking, she stepped into the castle gate.

Yang Minghui caught up with Liang Jing.

Jiang Ning was the last to go in.

Chen Ye and his nine companions emerged one after another from the light gate of the Jealousy Trial Hall.

The hall of the Trial of Jealousy was more spacious than the other trial grounds.

The dome curves upwards, and cool white light falls evenly from above, illuminating the entire space brightly and spaciously.

The screen above displays the current number of participants: [9/10].

A huge oval mirror stands in the very center of the hall.

The mirror appeared to be over five meters tall and about three meters wide.

The frame is made of dark metal with no superfluous decorative patterns on the surface, only a few thin grooves extending along the outline of the frame.

The mirror itself is a uniform grayish-white color, like a layer of still mist covering the glass surface, and no reflection can be seen.

Chen Ye and the other nine stood in front of the mirror.

Yang Minghui shifted his gaze from the mirror to Chen Ye: "According to Gu Qinghuan, after the trial begins, a mirror image of a faceless person will appear in the mirror. As long as you kill it, you can pass the trial. Liang Jing has a mark of jealousy, so the mirror image of the faceless person corresponding to her may be much stronger. Chen Ye, do you have the spare capacity to help us?"

Chen Ye glanced at Liang Jing, then at Yang Minghui: "I have a lot of people to help. I'll only have time to help you after all six of us have passed the trial, provided she can hold on until then."

Liang Jing frowned almost imperceptibly. She turned to look at Yang Minghui and said, "No need to beg him. Just quickly kill the Mirror Faceless Man and then come help me."

Her tone carried a stiff resentment, as if she were trying her best to maintain the last bit of dignity.

Qin Zhaoyang, standing next to Chen Ye, chuckled upon hearing this: "Pretty tough, huh?"

Yang Minghui shook his head and didn't say anything.

Just then, the light gate at the entrance of the hall flickered.

A figure emerged from behind the door.

It was Li Jiahao who came in.

He didn't participate in any trials on the first day and just waited it out.

The next day, he learned from the train chat group that not all trials required killing monsters.

Today is the third day. Although he missed two days of trials and theoretically had little hope, he decided to give it a try out of his will to survive.

Chen Ye and the others turned around and were somewhat surprised to see that the person who came was Li Jiahao.

Jiang Ning's face and even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He thought Li Jiahao had been killed by the high-class passengers on the opposite train yesterday, but he didn't expect him to still be alive.

"Li Jiahao? This guy really knows how to survive."

Qin Zhaoyang looked like he had seen a ghost.

Li Jiahao ignored Qin Zhaoyang and slowly walked to the mirror.

Just then, the number on the light screen above the hall silently jumped and changed to [10/10].

On the surface of that huge mirror, the previously still grayish-white mist began to churn.

The fog spreads outward from the center of the mirror, and the mirror gradually becomes clear.

Ten figures emerged from the depths of the mirror, their outlines vaguely discernible, but their faces resembled peeled eggs, lacking any defined features.

They stood inside the mirror, each with a different posture, their figures and clothing corresponding to the nine people in the hall besides Liang Jing.

The tenth figure had distinct features and a complete outline. He wore a black tracksuit, had long hair tied in a high ponytail, and his fingers hanging at his sides were slightly clenched, as if he was about to make a certain move.

That's Gu Qinghuan.

Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth slightly, then closed it.

He suddenly turned his head, glanced at Chen Ye, then turned back to look at Gu Qinghuan in the mirror: "Brother Ye... how come there's Gu Qinghuan in this mirror?"

Liang Jing's expression changed slightly; Gu Qinghuan was looking at her in the mirror.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on Gu Qinghuan's face. He quickly went through it in his mind. Gu Qinghuan was not in this trial ground, so she couldn't possibly appear in the mirror.

This is not the real Gu Qinghuan, but a reflection generated by the mirror. He saw Gu Qinghuan in the lustful illusion, and he saw her again here. He wanted to see what this mirror was up to.

The grayish-white mist inside the mirror completely dissipated, and ten figures stepped out of the mirror one after another.

Chen Ye's gaze was fixed on the figure at the front. The figure was identical to his, with the same cut and outline of the windbreaker and the same posture of the right arm hanging at the side.

The head was the only blank space.

The faceless man flipped his right hand the instant he stepped out of the mirror, and a silver-white spear appeared out of thin air in his palm. The spear was also surrounded by a pale purple halo, and the dragon scale patterns were clearly visible.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly. They copied his weapon? They could even copy the Dragon Scale Halberd?

He didn't have time to think deeply.

The moment the faceless man landed, he pushed off the ground with his right leg, and his body shot out like an arrow.

It was so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage on his retina. The tip of the gun gleamed coldly under the pale white light, and it hurtled straight for his chest with a whooshing sound.

The force, angle, and speed were almost identical to his own regular shooting technique.

Chen Ye reacted even faster, flipping the Dragon Scale Halberd halfway in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of his chest, directly meeting the thrust.

"clang--!"

Sparks flew as the gun tip struck the barrel. The crisp, metallic clang echoed through the hall.

Chen Ye's body swayed slightly, and a familiar recoil force came from his right arm, the intensity of which was almost the same as his own normal attack.

But Chen Ye was not deterred.

He took a half step back with his left foot to stabilize his center of gravity, and the Dragon Scale Halberd changed direction accordingly, with the spear tail suddenly rising from below, accurately sweeping towards the faceless man's spear-wielding wrist.

The Faceless Man's response was exactly the same as his own habitual actions.

Retract your wrist, press down on the gun to avoid the thrusting motion from the butt of the gun, and at the same time, slightly turn your body to avoid the possible sweeping attack that may follow.

At the same time, battles broke out in other parts of the hall almost simultaneously.